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Two candy bars consumed in line
sciatica creeps down my spine,
I roll an eye, sigh, tap my toe –
too slow, too slow, must they go
on and on at quite such length
Blessed Goddess, give me strength…
Oh, no! Don’t ask! She’s off again,
ice cream’s melting, don’t know when
these two will ever say amen.
There’s people lined up five carts back,
hand this girl a grocery sack!
I’ll bag your stuff, you bid adieu
and in the future I’ll eschew
any store upon my route
without a line whose clerk is mute!