I approach the fueling station,
The fumes of toasted gas
Fills my nose. A petrol infestation
Is lingering en-masse.
The consumers wait in a compact long line.
Each one wants to travel fairly far,
They drive up to the pump in their car.
So many choices swim in their vision
Each wonders, which fuel is the best decision;
The correct choice, so their engine runs fine.
The station attendants are attentive,
Servicing every possible auto need.
Filling the customer`s hungry greed,
They understand the various desires
As some pump, others prepare tires;
Customer satisfaction is their incentive.
I wait eagerly as the line dwindles down;
Watching my blinking fuel gauge,
Draining with a grumbling sound.
This emptiness, I will assuage.
Finally, it is now my turn -
With a coffee and bagel in my hands,
I`m ready to meet today`s demands;
These tires are ready to burn.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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