Checkout Carnage

After checking out the work of Mark Mace Smith who followed this blog of me attempting to write a poem-a-day for National Poetry Writing Month.  It struck me that I was writing for a sheet of paper, not for the human voice.  So with that in mind, I tried to capture a some of the unique flavour that I like about his work in this random story of "Checkout Carnage".

Peace Mark, thank you for being inspiring!   :0)

Why am I feelin like this?

Because man 'ere in front of me feels he's got to dis?

C'mon, she only doing her job!

So why do have to be

Unreasonably angry

Ventin' your rage for publicity

(just to look big you see)

Full of sham venomosity

Cos tha system against him see

Only him, not all of us see

Just because the barcode on 'is shoppin' wont scan.

This is supermarket customer mutiny - gone mad!

Why are you slingin' abuse?

There's no need for this fella

Just 'cos your 24 pack of Stella

Does not wanna registah

With the barcode inspektah,

Why has all patience left ya?

Do you actually think,

That shoutin' and ravin'

'Bout how the system is failin'

Your life "allegedly" degradin'

And how there should be a monitory savin'

Cos this corporate slavin'

Cos it's you who is money makin'

(this is the checkout girl who's takin'

This verbal berating

For the company's mistake n'

Their scheme of bottom line profit generation)

At this, I wanna get lyrical see

Rain down righteous animosity

At his misplaced hostility,

So his innocent victim be

Supported in some way, by me

But instead,

I look at the floor.

Wonder how people like this even exist anymore

And wait for this ignorant bastard to walk out the door.

So I can get with *my* day.

But before I go on my own sweet way,

I look at this girl in the eye,

And I can see that she feels the same way as I,

I smile and say "hi",

And as our brief transactional relationship goes by,

I can see we are both satisfied

That "this guy"

A dictionary definition personified

Of "chav"!