Packaging Displeases

The packaging men have their revenge,
Their wrappers drive us round the bend.
Our fingers aren't strong enough
To get at the concealed foodstuff:
The glue is stronger than the wrapping.

We almost hear their gleeful snigger
As our frustration grows yet bigger.
They hate their jobs and hate us worse,
Their consolation is our curse,
As we fail to get the biscuits loose.

Their lives of quiet drudgery,
Have led to grim curmudgeonry;
But they have made the discovery,
That they can punish all of society,
For thwarting dreams of glorious invention.