(20 minute poetry)

Unexpected overload.
the baggage man decrees,
pay and pack, pray and display,
place your items in the trolleys all provided free.

Supermarket not so superdooper when ya get your groupon coupons rejected by the automates and auto anything is not a mate of mine.

I am from that time when interactions meant you stopped and passed the day in chit, a bit of chat and that don't 'appen anymore, feels like someone took my appendix out, wish I had more than empty spaces to grumble about.

It's just the overlord that watches over those who overload the system, the miser in the ivory tower, the demons always hold true power and we the minions carry on as if a coupon could change a thing.

Nothing to see here anyway.