So, firstly so first, I say give me more bags.
I’m making a fort in my basement, and the walls cannot wag.
Some cloth-like, some plastic, love them all, I so do.
Towering recycle landfills, make the very best brew.
Got a loan now for travel, to make the NYC scene.
Tunnels and bridges, and the streets where I’ll be.
Every penny spent wisely, I truly do hope.
As I try very hard, not to feel like a dope.
Retail store checkouts, where I should do it myself?
Next, they’ll be asking, that I start stocking those shelves.
And did you hear our poor bar code, is going bye-bye?
More technology coming to cut into the pie.
Though I appreciate service, with a smile or wave.
If we hide those damn tip jars, my coins I will save.
So, enjoy the new year, as I whine, caw, and dump.
At least in the end, we can blame all on Trump.
