Time

My time
Under the feel of these finger tips
Taps eagerly upon the red paint
Of a Target check-out counter.

My fingers tap away the time-
The time, whose effort, has taken away time from me
As I deposit five more cents
Into the corporate hands I claim to know largely about.

I chose, yes me, to make all my decisions
And with them all my consequences
My fingers tap and I can feel the calluses
As I loose another penny in the midst of hasty decisions.