There’s gold in one of these holes

It’s the last of feelings emptied from the corner store, and yet there’s no need to be addicted. Have you ever heard of a happy disaster? This fridge is hollow, except for some leftover shake and bake blues, a hole in my sock and that unadjusted wedgie caked to the door handle. What a selection! Doubt if I make one at all, for to be undecided among a choice of fools creates a great recall for flavor in my life. A hole in the pocket is better than air conditioning in the winter.