May 17, 2011

Slam Poem

Automatic door

Are you in or out?
Make up your mind.
Don’t stand in the way and waste my time.
Make my life easier won’t you please?
A line has formed out in front of the store, mothers, fathers, and kids galore.
They all have their carts and are making their way through my maw
Oh how I would love to snap shut my jaws!
Lord in heaven!  Here come the grannies.
Please, I mean no disrespect, but get a move on you old nannies!
Why can’t more people be like that jogger across the street?
So much more agile, so much more fleet.
What you think it’s easy to stay open all the time?
Your muscles need a break and so do mine.     
It doesn’t matter that I’m mechanical!
You people are so unintentionally tyrannical.

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