Broken Goods

I have perfect packaging with a cute, little bow

You would accept me with joy

But as you slowly unwrapped me,

I can imagine that crestfallen face of yours  

With the perfect recipe of a dash of disgust and a sprinkle of shock

That inside this beautiful box

Holds a broken vase with cracks on its surface 

So damaged that you regret buying it 

And you wanted to refund me back to the store

"What a scam!"