“Is it worth it? Would I make it? How far would I get?”
I rummage around while I chat to the girl,
We talk of this and of that,
It’s mindless small talk, a distraction technique
My mind’s gone blank, that’s a fact.
Then I tighten my grip,
Delve deeper once more,
Should I run for the door?
Is it worth it? Would I make it?
How far would I get?
“I’ve never done this before”,
That’s what they all say, I’ll bet…
The queue starts to shuffle,
The queue starts to groan,
It’s enough to distract them
From their trusty smartphones.
I feel the stares in the back of my head,
As the girl fills out a proforma.
She hands it over, I’ve seven days to pay,
Oh, I’ll pay, once I’m over my trauma!
By Carol Cameleon 2016
The story behind the poem: Having left my bank card in the local shop the night before, I was blissfully unaware until I went to pay for a full tank of petrol…!
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