Priceless

A penny for your thoughts?

Everything has its cost, they say
Though today what’s on sale
Sails right out the roof

No-one has the money to pay
For that priceless packaged goop
Diminished in size in one fell swoop.

A penny for your thoughts
No longer makes sense
For new cents no longer exist.

That’s a fundamental reality twist.
In this new world everything cost more,
Than what’s in store, and I deplore
I no longer can afford such evident bliss.

I will have to make do
And just try to buy more time
Hands shoved in empty pockets

While thinking up silly rhymes.