My Messy Local Post Office Poem by Raj Arumugam

I was at the post office
and I went to the machine
to buy a local mail stamp and I paid

and the machine dispensed not stamps
but a receipt and instructions
to go to the staff to collect my stamp

I asked the staff why the machine
did not give me my stamp
and the quick and sharp reply was:
"It's a machine, that's why."

They still need a human to provide the stamp

But why do these humans design machines
that take money and dispense instructions
but will not offer what you paid for?