So I just got off the phone-

Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024

they shut off the power this morning,
which isn’t exactly something new,
but at least I can still afford to be upset about it.

Usually there’s a warning at least,
like that in itself is a privilege-
being reminded that my current occupation
selling poppers and back room “massages”
doesn’t make enough to support my standard
of living, whatever that might be.

Not this time though- apparently there was a mix up at the post office
so I wasn’t granted the piety of time,
and if my snake dies due it’s lack
of an endothermic metabolism
while I’m instructing a customer
on the different settings of
“my first beaver vibe,”
I’m supposed to file my thorough
and well written complaint with someone
who has worse problems during their day
than some guy whining
about a broken quarter machine
impeding his conversion experience
in a semen stained broom closet.