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By Jack Joseph Smith

Kid Unchanged I went with a dime in my American life Before and after I searched for Sinatra. I went with poetry too But only after my childhood had loved the little merchants Mafia Here in my heart No one man I knew can believe myself? now- For I gave up money for alot less; than their wish for a great man's, Pired party Now I like to walk the streets, © and look the same as the pretzel man He keeps his salt twisted And shuns away with a stare Any attempt toward his chairs

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Money, celebrity, and childhood desire are weighed against a later wish to walk the street without grandeur.

The dime, Sinatra, merchants, and the great man's party set up an American scale of value built from cash, fame, and small hustles. The voice turns away from that economy, even if the renunciation is not noble or triumphant, and settles on the pretzel man as a figure of plain continuance. The final stare keeps the scene guarded and unsentimental.

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'Kid Unchanged': the speaker chose poetry over 'merchants Mafia' money, now walks the streets like the pretzel man.

The poem makes quietism a specific occupational style — the pretzel man's kept-salt and chair-shunning is the example the speaker aspires to. 'No one man I knew can believe myself now' is the honest line; the former community has lost the speaker rather than the other way around. Sinatra as a search object is given without irony.