untitled somethin' or other.

when i worked at
walgreen's drug store in
ft. worth, texas
i had a saying that
went somethin' like

"i gotta wear a tie
to work the register?
shit, i didn't even
wear a tie at
my wedding"

DON'T MAKE ME PULL OUT MY STEEL.

**********

the old me
would have
reached to the heavens
grabbed handfuls of
lightning
& commenced to
fuckin' shit up
all proper like

but that didn't happen,
now did it?

the new & improved me
grabbed the push-broom
walked to the back isle
of the warehouse
& commenced to
sweepin' all proper like
while wiping tears of
anger & frustration
off my face.

**********

work. the poem.

i am watching
the others
sweep.
they are
doing it
all
wrong.
you
would think
that
they
have never
touched a
broom
before.