Vendetta Machine
Vendetta machine scammed me again.
I put in a buck fifty for a dime's worth of chocolate.
It responded with nothing but disgust.
The metal hook just wouldn't let the package go.
Wiggling it in front of my greasy nose
Like a pugilist in his muscled prime.
I quickly struck the metal man from both sides.
left right-left right...
Then a quick jab
to its laughing glass eye.
I tried rocking it
front to back, front to back.
It looked like a drunkard
wobbling along a broken railroad track.
But the metal hook still held fast.
At my mental end and out of breath.
I stuffed a wad of toilet paper in its metal grin.
To warn others of the sugar scam within.
A co-worker rounded the corner and bubbled "happy Monday".
Ditto, I grumbled...walking quickly away.
Without the blessing of a chocolate bar.
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