Best Cashiers Poems

It's one week till Christmas
And we've had enough
Of grumpy old shoppers
Complaining about stuff.

They hate the line-ups,
They hate the cashiers.
They won't be happy 
Till they have...

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Daily, we look at strangers such as cashiers; they see us too.

Removed from them, can we describe their faces? Can they describe ours?

Invisibility seems part...

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Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce

About this and that, about life and love

Watching a robin take its first flight

Or a squirrel scurrying up a...

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When is a lie an alternative truth?
Why are parking spaces so small?
Do subway riders know deodorant exists?
Why do jaywalkers ignore red lights,
and children never wash...

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It’s been three weeks
since I was in the grocery store,
and an emptiness weighs,
as if I’d lost a friend.

The government issued orders
for people like me,
calling it...

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George Orwell tried to tell 1984
but here's what 1984 told us
1984 was the year we had 
The Terminator
the ultimate movie
about Artificial Intelegence 
with the ability...

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It's two weeks till Christmas
And the store is a zoo.
The customers are grumpy
And I guess we are too.

Whatever they're after 
Has already been sold.
If all...

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No exception, we grab a cart
A slice of this geography  
A part of this society. Among the lines of people shopping,
talking, grazing, cell phones...

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The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes...

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Supermarket celebration
shoppers are cytoplasm searching
for cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis.

Oils, petrochemical and vegetable
love: faith and trust
for instance, the Food and Drug Administration.

In America, the custom is
to avoid...

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Have a million dollar bill in my hot little hands
When I present it to cashiers, they poop in their pants
A promotional gimmick
But ever so realistic...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
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Small town grocery stores nowadays are very rare indeed,
But in simpler times they supplied a family's every need.
As a Hoosier lad, I worked in Mr...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One           ...

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The old wood building is sadly vacant and needs repairs,
      but I have a dream to purchase it and bring...

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