Ancient grains for weeks for years
they desire with their consumer cheer.
slap it down on everything
ancient grains are all they eat.
Poor employee tired and bitter
with all the mean ancient grain-filled consumers
spill ancient grains all across the floor
and tell the consumers there are no more.
Fortunately for you, this does not actually happen.
If you come for ancient grains, I assure you, we will have them
in stock, all set up for us to sell and to serve
for in every employee’s heart is a soft spot for the consumer.
I regret writing this poem it’s dull and it’s long.
It’s for the most part inaccurate but I was lured by the prompt
to write of something ancient so I chose to muse the grain
and slide in a complaint or two about a job that drives me insane.