Self-Scan Kiosk - A Welcome Message from the Manager

The net cannot hold

When the parasite kills its host.

Big Welcome 

To the Cleaners, chhota zombee.

Ok boomer. Ok influencer. O

K developer. Ok and ok and okurrr.

I can see for miles and miles

Down one CVS aisle. 

I weave your poems from one long receipt.

You leave your clothes now, your items,

Your bedding with many round stains

We will not speak of –

Discretion

Being our top priority.

You leave me your dirties;

I hand you a prediction:

Tomorrow you will wake up

And it will be yesterday.

Until you return 

To the source, to the center 

That someone always seems to move

Or misplace.