Short Cashiers Poems
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It's a cashless society, real money's gone
Cashiers wonder what account it's withdrawn
They are unaware
Time's moved on I fear
If you give them coins they say coins begone
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
When they threaten to call the police, I'm gone in a glance
Cut them out with great care
Check the expiry dates
Carry them in your purse
Combine if allowed and
Carefully explain to
Cashiers who sometimes are
Confounded at the deal
Written on 08/23/2016
Contest :'Pleiades C' by Kim Merryman
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
When they threaten to call police, I'm gone in a glance
© Jack Ellison 2015
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 of the human condition.
Written Feb. 20, 2017 for the Invisible Contest of Lewis Raynes
No one is going to say it,
but your baby is ugly.
& how could I be the bad guy for saying so?
It’s an ugly world, too, where industrial
tile is stained with spilled Diet Coke
& beer cost less than frozen spinach.
but all the cashiers say ‘have a great day’
as they stare into the middle distance
Small birds,
Protect us!
Psychopaths,
Neurotic princesses,
Bakers and pastry chefs,
Protect us,
Incomplete journalists,
Sociopaths,
French poets,
Small birds,
Protect us!
Wealthy fish merchants,
Vicious cashiers,
vanitous athletes,
Small birds,
Protect us!
Virile sanitation workers,
Small electricians
May your voices be raised
Higher than theirs.
He who loves no one,
Think about everyone,
He thinks about stupid cashiers,
To the journalist who has fun with him,
To the war in middle East
he can’t hear the birds,
The titmouse with a turquoise heart,
The blackbird with its head so green,
He who loves no one,
Cannot understand horses,
Nor admire the large cruise ships,
Like Ulysses before the sirens,
He thinks of everyone.
Ten thousand years, to where she'd stood
rich men conveyed their livelihood
In lieu of gifts, they brought cashiers
to where she'd stood ten thousand years
The sand around the desert shifts,
they brought cashiers, in lieu of gifts
Where Ra once dwelt on sacred ground,
the desert shifts the sand around
Before the Sphinx, the Pharoah's knelt
on sacred ground, where Ra once dwelt
then, chained by Temu's hammered links,
the Pharoah's knelt before the Sphinx