shel cope - Ode To The Tesco Check-out Girl

Another Saturday
Circling aimlessly
like a broken ship
down the isles of plenty.
Dancing the choreography of the damned
to the latest use-by date beats.

The pretty check-out girl routinely smiles
and asks if she can help.
Heart quickens as usual
then I remember
it’s the slammer for me if I showed her how.
Maybe next week

shel cope

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