Check Out Isle
by Susan H Fouts
She worked the Walmart check out isle
and never once did crack a smile
Her gloominess was so so deep
No happiness to awaken her from sleep
Her customer paid with check and cash
So with no ID put back half the stash
Now it was my turn to face her gloom
I asked her if her day was going well
She said, "No" but thought, "Go to hell"
I asked if she had a chance to vote
She never smiled and told me, "No"
How sad to be in that state of gloom
A force so heavy, it fills the room.