COLES

Coles fills me with dread
as I ply the aisles
looking for my daily bread.

Something happens to my head.

First there’s the guard,
is he armed? before I reach the dairy farm.

He’s in form and full of steroids and nursing those haemorrhoids he’s got
from lifting all those weights.

And that reminds me —
if I buy twelve items or less, I wont have to wait.

Are these eggs free range?

You should know by now there’s no such thing as free range, it’s all pastoral leases populated by pastoralists,
or pistoralists,
as you may more correctly insist.

Anyway we’ll have to sell the cow or spear the sheep, at least the prices aren’t too steep.

© Pete RM Cuppaidge