In the supermarket

You can put things in your trolley,
And wheel them around for a while.
While the trashy music blares,
And the kids scream and run around randomly
Like the wheels on the trollies.

But you left your money at home
And yes your credit cards too
So when it's time to go,
You have to put it all back
And walk out empty handed

And you even have to give back the trolley
And the little gizmo on the top
Where you put your pound coin when you went in
Gets stuck and refuses to give back your deposit.

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