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Retail Blues

I’m done.

I cannot bear the weight of another smile,

fuck no I won’t have a nice day,

nor will I take care,

or “have a good one.:

Have a good what exactly?



heart attack,

bout of palsy?

A plague on you sir,

and to hell with you,

to hell with your good day,

you can keep the change,

save up for that clue you’ve always been wanting.

Categories: Poetry
  1. July 24, 2010 at 9:23 am

    Love it! Sounds like the retail blues, alright. Great job!

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