On The Verge of Tears

I arrived at the theater with my ticket in hand

already sold on the show

and with my flask in my jacket

and the movie cued up,

I reclined and sat back to relax.

I never expected I had mistakenly walked into

the wrong place and wrong time altogether,

and to avoid the embarrassment of admitting my mistake,

instead chose to sit there in silence.

It seemed that the usher had not read my ticket

and I had been awfully aloof,

but when I finally pretended  to be enjoying myself,

I found that I was completely lost.

So I slid out of the theater to ask at the booth

if I could please exchange or get a refund,

but they calmly explained that I was too late

and I’d have to settle with what I had bought.

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