Another Saturday <br />Circling aimlessly <br />like a broken ship <br />down the isles of plenty. <br />Dancing the choreography of the damned <br />to the latest use-by date beats. <br /> <br />The pretty check-out girl routinely smiles <br />and asks if she can help. <br />Heart quickens as usual <br />then I remember <br />it’s the slammer for me if I showed her how. <br />Maybe next week<br /><br />shel cope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-tesco-check-out-girl/
