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ripped off, mark, chosen by the sly. A plan formed in mind, next time I will be armed 'to disarm with a gentle knowing smile' and asking for the prices to written down.
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
to disarm the checkout thief
There's a girl on the checkout With long blond hair Restrained in a scrunchie At the back of her head Scanning scanning, far away Smile, looking past groceries To a future self I see a dream under that uniform I see a freedom in that face She knows there is a future But it's not held in this space Uncloned and unchained, one day She will fly, on the wings of a voice With stardoms far cry A till away sits her broken dream She's about forty, slightly grey Last week on a warning for being Late, her dreams have succumbed To a different fate, she had wished once For a chance to be free, but now Has become part of the corporate machine
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
Checkout Girl
I waited in line, Standing behind those in need. Women, children. Full carts, the other cashiers closed.   I stood in line, Barely making it to the store. Hurrying, grabbing what I sought. Making it over to the line before it got longer.   I waited in line. A deep thought, It never use to be so complicated. Coming, grabbing what you needed. Bypassing everything that compensates essential need.   I stood in line. Barely making it to the store. A different brand to replace something or another. The P.A system announced the store now closed before I could buy a new heart
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Hearts For Sell
There was this dame at the checkout yesterday Henry said blonde hair greying oval face and black-framed glasses and those kind of eyes that pop out at you in the dark and? I said and she smiled the kind of smile that said I don't smile that often these days then what? I said then I smiled too the kind of smile that said I know what you mean I don't much either then what? I said then she packed her purchases away in her bags and paid the cashier some young girl with diaper marks still on her *** so? I said so she walked past me giving that look that said I get lonely at times maybe pop around and see me some time and her *** kind of swayed in these pale blue pants and then what? I said I looked at her and said give me a ring on your lonely nights how did she get your number? I said o Henry said I passed it to her inside my lonely head.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC
CHECKOUT MEET.
It was in total a fast track ticket to the moon and I can't return to transaction dock 8 too soon the star checkout lane at my local supermarket tops balloons with rocket science aeronautics that pilot's service areas binary counter perfect exceeding expectations bent into global orbit My items sped along to muzak her slim milky way belt a smile beaming discount countdowns heaven sent taking off in bit lips when her priceless item buttons almost burst free to air with a strain of special promotions helpfully assisting my every excess flight of fancy made impulse buys a baggage allowance necessity She stroked parts of her radical laser station to fully engage hygienic wiped spills of imagination and I felt the warp of hyperdrive tangelo engines urging me into a dive to scan juice ripe tangerines a last minute save fuelled by stalling flashback cavities gyrating in tight nets as we escaped earth's gravity With a twist of her wrist I was into fits-the-bill ecstasy as the whirr of electronics cut loose such quality with a lick of an index finger our mission was bagged handled too efficiently for any danger of jet lag no flyby chance to not exchange standby coupons my trolley emptied of offers too galactic to pass on
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
The Pocket Rocket At Dock 8