I stood there, staring

at this new metallic acquaintance,

it rebelled against my financial freedom

with this boastful glass,

that housed the food and the drinks,

I'm talking about the vending machine

At the top corner was mountain dew,

crying out for me to rescue it

from the long, stiff suffocation,

well it also stood there, with a calculated bravery,

the firm gallantry of technology,

telling me that the mountain dew could not

be rescued unless it

had been bribed with a dollar,

WHAT?

Well, the first pounce of instinct

was to break the glass

and rescue, the mountain dew,

a true friend to my pleasure,

but hunger became the dictator,

tyrannizing my stomach,

and commanding my hands

to release the three quarters

That technological bully

took the quarters

and spat out the mountain dew,

it smiled by the drop of the bottle,

it had conspired with starvation

long before our meeting.

the vending machine!

                                     By Kakraba Afful