Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 In Line

Waiting in line is a time sure

I dislike, especially so

When by myself and must endure

All strangers by me I don't know.

Of course the slowest cashier be

In whatever line I do choose.

All customers in front of me

Find any reason to abuse

My patience, as all other lines

I watch do promptly move along,

But on me my line has designs

To make my stay so meanly wrong.

Waiting in line, ill fate has sewn

Me into hell and all alone.