Gas Pump Blues

 

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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Pain

 

PAIN

 

 

                                                                        Oh the Pain,

it puts such a strain

on my brain.

It puts me to the test,

and I just can't get no rest.

I sometimes feel insane,

and wonder who's to blame.

It's such a shame,

this constant pain.

It interferes with my game!

It's all my fault,

putting exercise in the vault.

Sitting around,

like my feet are bound.

I know only to well,

that if I dwell,

the pain will swell,

and I'll never get well.

I'm stuck in a rut,

from sitting on my butt.

Too much sitting around,

with no relief to be found.

 

 Poem and Photography by Sue Petri, all rights reserved

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