Food Shopping in Trumptopia… a poem

This tale is of a food shopping excursion

I dreamt it last night so don’t cast aspersions

My cart was filled up, well passed overflowing

Have you guessed yet, where this story is going?

A long line, price checks, my checkout wasn’t fun

Time to pay came at last… my wallet was gone

The cashier scowled and said “You’re far from alone”

“People found out we are a savings and loan.”

“Like the president said, a valid ID”

“Will compel me to give you this food for free.”

Alas poor me, my ID’s in my wallet

“That’s how it works, so next time don’t forget it.”

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