Outrage Sunday 312 fresh milk

I tried to buy this milk,
Put it in my trolley.
Took it to the checkout:
Supreme act of folly.

Security was called,
The manager white-faced.
I said I’d pay full price
And avoid making waste.

She wrestled it from me,
Eyes dull with opiates:
“Listen to me, you cunt:
“It’s not appropriate.”

I said: “So much depends
“On the white milk selling
“To avoid the red ink.
“Here endeth the lesson.

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3 Responses to Outrage Sunday 312 fresh milk

  1. Rong1 says:

    That’s the “Low Fat, Diet Milk”.


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