receipt

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Nineteen pounds and fifty nine pence
Below, it sits, infuriatingly short lists
...brocolli ...soda ...sausage
It is their crime, but my remorse
A final jab, I cannot leave without their rag
I wish I stole that cabbage

sandwich fillers sandwiched in
veiled veggies, buried berries
a mixture of meats mixed into
makeup masked, medicine meddled
pepper and spices peppered over
bread hid, crisps cached, and treats tucked

I take my receipt and I groan
Take away jobs with your scanners and your automatic tills
I will take away products, I will tank your sales, I will eat your bills
But not this time, I forgot my phone 💀

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