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Coin-Operated Despair
The vending machine, though filled to the brim
now stands with a sign, my joy growing dim
out of order it reads, my heart does break
my cravings increase, my tummy it aches
The machine that once brought me such delight
Now brings forth frustration and wicked spite
The products it holds are now out of reach
Leaving me feeling sad, empty, and weak
The coins I spent before seeing the sign
Money I wasted, my wallet does pine
Cruel vending machine, I think I may cry
From the hunger and thirst, surely I’ll die
But still, I have hope in my shattered heart
In the future when this machine will start
Dispensing the treats that I love to eat
Look— a working machine I’ve yet to meet!
*I wrote this poem on January 26, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 26 and the prompt was: Write about your feelings when there is an out-of-order sign on a vending machine.
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Courtney Hubbert
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