Your Mantra

Piling old Knick-Knacks into the back of her car (A now 
swollen four-door Honda in blue) leaving one worn out 
industrial town in hopes of selling off gifts I had gotten 
from you... But, I haven't sold a thing, which leads me to 
believe I'm just repeating the same sorry cycle as when I 
was 15. Well, I'm completely aware of how boring this is. 
My back's grown sore from still standing still. Standing 
those who brought chairs as they can sit back and watch as 
all of the small crowd files out. And, as we close up shop,
 I've spent more than I've earned; A trait in me you'd seem
 to admire, but you've spent the last of our common sense 
on selling off the old and expired. We hadn't sold a thing,
 reminding me of you just repeating your mantra: "Out with 
the old and in without you.