Worked the big box
store today, selling,
selling, selling to make
rent, to afford another
breath, to see one more
morning sky.
Feet on fire, back bent
and flaming, old man
hanging on by a raging
highway of the obese
and mostly beaten looking
for deals, carts mountains
of hope, banging into each
other. Tempers flaring,
barking like out on the
roads and why not, nothing
in here’s any good, either,
truth as plain as day.
But, hey, try this health
drink. It’s all natural. I drink it
all the time. And look at me!
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