fucking idiot
she asks me
what time
the shops closes
i tell her
seven o’clock
thankfully
she asks me why
i say
thankfully
i tell her
well, that’s when
i get to go back to my life
she says
but a job is a part
of your life
it’s a means
to an end
i tell her
she says
well, i love my job
then
she walks
out of the store
i lock
the door behind her
watch her
waddle her
fat ass
over to her car
thinking
some people
in this world
need to be
slapped silly
beaten
with hollow reeds
drawn
and quartered
or hung
from their ankles
like
benito
mussolini
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2 comments:
Yes... She sounds like a real dolt...
Hope you've been well.
doing okay...hope all is well on your end.
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