At The Grocery Store

A little devil peeks out
from my shirt pocket
At the grocery store
When the clerk says my card
Has been declined

The devil jumps out
And I try my best
To grasp at it
To put it away with my fears
and my doubts
Back where they belong;

But the damned beast is too fast
And my hands are ribbons
Moving without warning or care
Just letting everything by
With a frightening caress

I snatch the card and leave
I hate the man outside
Helping the old woman with her bags.
I hate the children
Playing in the race car cart
With their ignorant glee.

My devil runs to them and screams
“You ignorant bastards!
Can’t you see i’m in pain?”
And I grab at him but
It’s too late now
The children know.