To Lighten the Mood
It's up again, the price of gas No recourse seen, must pay, alas The nice cashier, it's not her fault Many blame her, she fears assault
She only earns minimum wage And sighs when faced with such outrage So please don't blame the kindly clerk Don't yell at her and go berserk
It's frustrating, I do concede It feels like a vile case of greed So where does all the money go? If you find out, please let me know!