Ode to Pinky the Virgin

You were small

You were compact

You were all shiny with one groovy clipped corner

You were pink… And you drew attention wherever you went

You were my secret to happiness.

No more shall we frolic together around GC,

Happily swiping you through the many many eftpos machines.

(And boy, you did get around didn’t you my little friend!)

No more shall I see your cute little pink corners winking at me from within my wallet,

Just begging me to swipe you (and swipe it good)

No more shall I feel that the world is my oyster,

That I can do anything, go anywhere (up to 3k, that is)

Because you are with me everywhere I go.

No more will I be able to combat boredom with copious amounts of retail therapy-

And trudge home with a tonne of things I will never use nor wear.

And no more will I be assuaged with guilt over your constant swiperage,

Or worry about how I will get your balance back down to zero.

Who knows if we shall ever see each other again, Pinky.

For now you are firmly in trenched somewhere secret within the bowls of the beast (aka the bf’s wallet)

Until I complete my quest to become a socially and financially responsible adult.

Which could take quite a while…