Sold To Sell Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Uh...
Excuse me.
Mister maintenance person.
The museum.
It's empty.
What has happened,
To the exhibit of values?
I came to take pictures of them.
To show to the younger people,
Who disbelieve such a thing...
At one time existed.
They are gone.
There is nothing here.
And...
Uh,
Excuse me.
Mister maintenance person?
Hello.
Mister maintenance person.
Can you hear me?
Or ignoring me on purpose.

"Of course I hear you.
Why do you need an explanation,
To the obvious.
If something is bought,
It goes with whoever buys it, right? "

I...
Imagine it does.

"Well.
Imagine that has happened."