Physical limitations
Chocolate machine.
Shining brightly.
Eye catching.
Mouth-watering.
Slot.
Inviting.
Empty,
and ready.
Hands
rushing into the pockets.
Digging for change.
"Damn it, I know I had one!"
"There!"
Came up
with a coin.
Fingers trembling,
fearing resistance,
nearing the slot.
Lowered the piece in.
Cling, clang.
Home Run!
Tiny lights
Winking acceptance.
Asking me to push the buttons
For what I want.
What I want!
Easier than I thought.
Mmm.
Tasted better than I remembered.
I want more.
Into my pockets.
Come on!
Please, come on.
OHCOMEON!
Hell.
Why is a man
always short of change?