Supermarket Blues

I hate supermarkets
I only go at night,
So that I don't have to fight
Under stale fluorescent light,
For bread and cheese
And milk and beans
And bacon already going green,
Just to find I cannot pay,
Although I could have yesterday,
And the queue behind me thinks it's funny
That I haven't any money,
Pounds just seem to disappear
Where they go ain't exactly clear,
Probably on drugs and beer
And things that I don't really need,
They fill an empty space in me
Until I haven't two pennies
To rub together.
Written by toriden19
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 506
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 8:22pm by Wired6
Today 7:13pm by brokentitanium
Today 6:13pm by ThePoetcastProject
Today 5:57pm by slipalong
Today 5:37pm by Tallen
Today 5:17pm by Northern_Soul