Vending Poems - Poems about Vending

My supervisor is a young, soft spoken Asian gal... Who averted my eyes as she handed me my end of the year "compensation award statement". For working weekends and holidays being an absentee on birthdays and funerals (thank God). Despite the company riding the gilded air currents like a diamond studded albatross, I'll get seventy-three cents an hour raise. I met her eyes...

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The vending machines They are everywhere Where snack bars are not Hospitals have them handy So does car dealers shops When someone puts money Into the vending machine Then the knob is pulled Nothing happens then It does not fall down so the foot comes out Ready to kick the machine Or it is shaken With no results shown It is out of order A sign should have...

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Vending machines are so irritating-- mechanical contraptions designed to fail So, they take your money and hold their product from your grasp. You stomp and scream into deaf slots to no avail, leave...

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You say you are out of order No matter how much I put in to you You have nothing you can give You used to give me my sweetest desires And offer me cold drink When the day was hot Even on days when I chose wrong I knew it was not your fault but mine And I knew I always...

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There’s a squirrel in the vending machine, I’ll bet that he thinks he is very keen. He’s eating up all of the jelly beans! He’s the worst irritant that I have seen. He’s devoured all the animal crackers, pretzels and banana chips, that slacker; a thieving fur ball of a nut cracker, who has become a snack machine hacker. Such a formidable...

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I'd have come to you I found a flower on the road and gave petals to the strangers who raised a conversation in my knuckles I'd have come to you Tips were yellow, every roof was breaking down I'd have come to you But they grabbed my fingers and stood under each one. One noise then another. I'd come to you But...

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Head or tails is that your good side or the bad shiny, worn, new, old, smart, stupid societal cash register? We all get piled up. Your denomination tells your class: two cents or fifty indentations of personality ealge, flag, ego or in God do you trust? Fold a twenty the right way Now do you believe in hell? No....

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I can set my chin against the wind And even shut my eyes to sin. Yet, I live my days with a purpose still To help someone, someway, with some will. The person needing help the most Is he that from me has sometimes been lost. It is me, of course, of whom I speak And this discourse is more than just...

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In goes the money and out comes the choice Depending on which button you push Life is like a Vending machine... If you don't put something in, you get nothing out!...

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