The vending machine
I stood there, staring
at this new metallic acquaintance,
it rebelled against my financial freedom
with this boastful glass,
that housed the food and the drinks,
I'm talking about the vending machine
At the top corner was mountain dew,
crying out for me to rescue it
from the long, stiff suffocation,
well it also stood there, with a calculated bravery,
the firm gallantry of technology,
telling me that the mountain dew could not
be rescued unless it
had been bribed with a dollar,
WHAT?
Well, the first pounce of instinct
was to break the glass
and rescue, the mountain dew,
a true friend to my pleasure,
but hunger became the dictator,
tyrannizing my stomach,
and commanding my hands
to release the three quarters
That technological bully
took the quarters
and spat out the mountain dew,
it smiled by the drop of the bottle,
it had conspired with starvation
long before our meeting.
the vending machine!
By Kakraba Afful
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