O the camera that lies in wait
like a mugger behind the glass.
So very toothsome, I mistook for
a zealot. My funds were secure but not me,
for I was lovesick. Rewind the surveillance.
Observe my face. I am unhappy
despite the approaching spit of bills
flapping near my zipper. A single day
of concatenated cams streaming reveals
it is my hour to bottle the monarchs.