Gas Pump Blues
I get the lows when
I pull out the hose.
Feels like a scandal
when I turn the handle.
How it empties my bank
to fill up my tank.
The gas guzzling dues
are giving me the gas pump blues.
Who sets the price of gas?
A snake in the grass.
Poem and Photo by Sue Petri, all rights reserved
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