Dark Purple Cloud (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Charging the robot, waiting impatiently to
practice my Grand Prix skills - deriving
no real joy from overtaking a few listless
motorists - swerving around a big truck,
arrived at work amazingly enough in one
piece albeit wondering why it felt like I
was caught in a dark hole with no escape

Walked into the brightness outside - to
my shocked surprise the cash machine
turned into a troll and ate my card -
called the magic number immediately to
cancel gobbled-up credit - numbed in
shock returned to my work station so
traumatised, shared my distress with
soothing colleagues who,

On commiserating with my dilemma,
recommended horse liniment for the
lump on my leg - I am still wondering
why I cannot escape the dark purple
cloud with thunder and lightning that
follows me wherever I go