Confessions of a Courtesy Clerk

by Tori   Aug 17, 2006


Breaks for smokin
Things get broken.
Absolute fear,
A mind unclear.
(fix me)

Grocery bags,
Cosmo mags.
Sore feet,
Busy streets.
Restock,
Heart, locked.
(help me)

Sweep the aisles,
Wait a while.
Aching head,
Wanting bed.
Produce,
No use.
Dairy wall,
Hate it all.
(you would too)

Missing items,
Go and find them.
Long hours,
Super powers.
(wish I had em)

Busy days,
Meager pay.
Wheres the bathroom?
In the back room.
Hello how are you,
Mrs. Andrews?
(you scare me)

Should we talk about the weather.
My, your bags light as a feather.
Want help out?
I want to shout.
Dont act like a jerk,
Or worse, flirt.
(you make me sick)

Coupons,
Angry moms.
Friends that visit,
No time to sit.
Clean up on aisle 4.
I want to run out the door.
(if only it were so easy)

Greet, anticipate.
This job I cant take.
Thank by name.
This job is lame.
Parting comment,
I just might vomit.
Closing duties,
Break room beauties.
(tomorrows just a repeat)

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