BREAK TIME

           

        Consumed with anger
        and self-pity too
    I heard
        my wounded inner-toddler whine.
    Before the vending s**t machine
        I knew to poise above the C,
            to thumb the 9.
        As good as chewed and flushed!
            "Oh God, I hate myself!"
    I fed the bill.
        Without a doubt it sucked it up.
    I said "Now it's too late."
        My chin dropped
            as it spit the dollar out.
        The jones-ing was still running
            in my skull.
    I pray to God to show his love
        and then...
    My second thought
        was "it's a miracle"
    My first was
        "I can't put it in again."
    I bought a Diet Coke®.
        Then pinched my jaw.
    Left feeling weird,
        yet with a kind of awe.

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lol! sounds like my lunch almost everyday.
( I'm making the Hersey comapny rich on bar at a time...)

Interesting perspective on the ( and my) daily ritual of standing in line infront of the vending machine.