Short Wreckers Poems

Hurry with their groceries.
Don't wait till I am overseas.
I'm asking where's the bagger.
If I do it I will stagger.

Why are the lanes so empty?
The people are of plenty.
Where are all the checkers?
You're a bunch of home wreckers.

I was due home two hours ago.
Why are they going oh so slow?
It's past my dinnertime.
It's supposed to be my dime.

My shoes are hurting my toes.
It's the day of waiting woes....

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