Buy Gum! Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm on my way to a hot date,
And then I wonder how my breath is.
Having bad breath could be dire fate,
So stop at a convenience biz
To buy a pack of chewing gum.
The cashier does seem rude to me,
Not making me feel too welcome.
When asked what the gum price would be,
'Ten dollars a pack, ' I am told
By the cashier in a terse tone such
That strikes me as being quite cold.
I ask, 'Why is the charge so much? '

Snarky, the cashier does reply,
'It's in mind condition is why.'