Excuse my dissing this
menace of technology,
the first time I step towards it,
I said to myself,
this must be the reincarnation
of the magic of mesmerization;
so many items it had
imprisoned in there,
drinks, chips and biscuits,
what have you,
but they could only be
bailed by one thing...
money
and not just money,
anything but cents

The first time I saw
this metallic soldier
standing right there,
the captor of many beverages,
it looked at me,
waiting patiently for its
visitor to pay his compelled
toll

There I stood staring
at this figure, strict with
the knowledge of business,
I tried to use my smart arms
to reach for mountain dew
without paying,
but the brute had secured itself
tight making sure that my
hands wouldn't reach its
alimentary canal

the most annoying thing
of all is,
I only had cents,
they smile at me with the
insurance of invading the sanctum
of that mechanical Gradgrind
to win the war of quenching my
thirst and my curiousity for self-prophecied
hunger, but that metallic nitwit
spat those coins back at me
with no remorse

as callous as it was,
it stood there firm,
watching it's worried visit,
then it show me, my reflection
and the drinks and biscuits
it had captured,
telling me that; there was
plenty, but unless it was bribed
with a dollar or quarter,
I couldn't have some!
                                                 By Kakraba Afful