The Dot couldn't Sign

I told my story
to the Bank Teller
In all my glory
I couldn't have been more stellar
A form to be signed
showed an amount
far too kind
Envy glowed in her eyes
Verbiage shown
could be my demise
And to my dismay
There would be a delay
this would not be the day
my envelop should leave today
So before I commit a wrong
The song I hear to sing-a-long
Come back later and sign
on the dotted line
This time
I have no time to be kind
to anyone who is not colorblind

Reviews

[ecept]

really liked how you started this out. Such a poetic piece, enjoyed this thought it was cute.