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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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