Ew. 1984.

Rome, with it's watches.
They gleam at me,
Catching my eye.
Now, says I, I would like to take them.
My brow furrowed.
And I began to sweat.

Bulgari-Assoma sweetened my lips,
As I rolled out my blue plans.
I sat there sweating,
Because I wanted those watches.

But I have to wait.
Because I'm only a child,
And besides.
Watches only do so much.