I stand up here with a fake-ass grin
on my exhausted face.
It’s 8:26 in the morning
and I am the enslaved retail boy.
Asking fat-ass swamp people, “Can
do anything else for you?”
They sure as hell better deny my offer.
For I’ve done more than enough in order
to please these reeking creatures.
I am awake, working, and bagging
Depends and Vagisil for morbidly
Can I do anything else for you…
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