MPoems

Is there something peeking out of my nose?
As I sit for this interview, attentive pose.
I know I'm acting a bit erratic,
As my heart confronts the attack of panic.
Is it bouncing as I speak? Does this woman notice?
As me, myself and I attempt to promote us.
I must maintain a strong facade, till I dupe her.
My kingdom for a Kleenex...if I could just pluck this booger!

Can goods, olive oil, steak and red wine;
I stand with my few items in the express line.
Thinking of my day, how I survived the stressful loop;
Judging the lady ahead as a real nincompoop.
If there's a grocery godess watching my way,
Please nudge this woman to drop the chat and pay.
It's a simple choice...cash or credit.
But she must persist with the advancing debit.
This store is for food...the bank is for money.
Is it fuzzy? What's your malfunction, honey?
Perhaps I'm too critical, being in such a rush.
But, three bottles of vodka, this lady's a lush.
This person's an idiot! I see it...I call it.
Finally! Ah...I...forgot my wallet.