The Machine

A delicious treasure I once held,

I would sell you for a dime.

When you twisted my dial,

and insert a coin you could find.

On my front is an old mirror,

to reflect the spirit of this place.

From the base the metal flaking,

a time worn distortion of this space.

So happy many a soul with joy smiled.

From the great beyond a treat.

One thin dime it cost for a while,

to eat a thing so sweet.

In the Conner I now sit,

collecting the dust of time.

No more can you grant a wish,

for just one thin dime.