paying for it

I walk up to you
Give you everything you need
You have serviced so many before me,
I was thinking piece of cake

You hold out on me
dejected I try a little harder
I plead with you
"Please, c'mon baby you know you want to give it to me"
I stroke you gently, caressing you
Still nothing

Getting frustrated now I jab you in the chest
You still wont give up what I desire
Frustration turns to anger

I scream at you
swear
curse
You look at me unblinking, unwavering
Refusing me

I lose my temper and kick you hard
rattling you to your core

Finally you release my chips
Damn vending machine