Checkout Poems - Poems about Checkout

The sudden eighties music craze had gone beyond the norm the local supermarket was swept along by the storm as more and more of the shoppers joined in with the revival filling up on nostalgia from t-shirts to CDs and vinyl Reaping the customer whirlwind for Boy George and Eurythmics tracks some smart Alec from head office said “This is no time to Relax!” the mullet headed...

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I'm in line at a store, and I'm bored, Typing on my phone, restless and alone. I’ve got light-blue nails, like the sky or your eyes. I like them, it’s my favorite color - I don’t know why. I’m buying flavors for my coffee, nutmeg and pumpkin spice. I like having coffee in the morning, when it’s cold, they’ll taste...

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long lines at food mart I move to the self checkout- wait for assistance Sandra M. Haight ~4th Place~ Contest: Writing Challenge 5, May 2019, Senryu Sponsor: Dear Heart Judged: 06/09/2019 ...

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In many local chain stores, The cashier is now passé. You check out by yourself whenever You’re prepared to pay. You scan each item one by one; The codes reveal the price And if you have a coupon, It’s accepted – very nice! If you need help, a store employee’s Waiting in the wings And when you’re done, some bags await For you to pack your...

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CHECK OUT THE CHECKOUT (Two checkout girls having a tete-a-tete as customers pass through with their groceries) Beep….That’s $35:67. Do you collect the elephant tokens? Cash or charge? So, Maria, I was with Ernie last night as I was sayin’ Beep…..Sorry you have to weigh...

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Those Checkout Line Tabloids By Elton Camp Yellow journalism is still easy to find It’s right there when you stand in line Their only purpose is to make them sell And don’t mind if some big lie they tell They may attack one who’s underground For with a lawyer he can’t come around To call for proof what they said is true Or to...

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No I'm not dying Been sitting in a motel Writing poetry Until asleep I finally fell You checkin at dark Giving money for a bed Checkout at 10am Is what the sign said In the shower Then out the door Leaving beautiful California When I get home, I'll write more I'm stopping to pick blackberries I may be a while Stained finger tips With a full belly...worth every mile...

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