Plastic
A convenience I have, always at my touch,
I swipe you once, and you deliver so much.
Things of need, and my things of want,
an attempt to control my urge, but sometimes I don't.
Always on time delivered to me,
that shocking reminder, of my shopping spree.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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