Maybe It's The Gasoline Talking

i got REALLY bored last night. if it doesn't make sense, don't worry. be happy.

Bustling man-made hustle
steaming fresh coffee intoxicating the store
crinkling packages, pungent gasoline
seeping amongst frantic fill-up bustle
busy mornings, steady slowing nights
leave me wanting more.
Amid jovial conversations of economic disposition
I stand silently, pressed on to listen;
cascading icecubes rumbling like a landslide
young pudgy whining faces amongst the tide
people shuffling in and out,
roaming the town, frequently about;
the frost of playtime beer in my cup
of myself, it's free,
but it costs every precious penny.
Fluorescent lights shining
with dark dusty nights combining
to make a slow shift.
Sometimes being a clerk is boring.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like this, used to be a clerk once myself so I understand. :o)

[Kimmee Jean]

H AH AHA HA HA HA!
i totally love it!
its so cute! and soooo funny!
i cant wait to see you!

[Sarah]

This is fantastic! Such vivid and exciting description, I can't imagine you could possibly be bored. o= I really loved this a lot, you're very talented!!!