RetailA Poem by Tom CookIt's 9:12 am and I'm on break at Old Navy
Sitting outside beside the
dumpster near an accordion stack of broken, flat cardboard boxes. Listening to the small talk of a black woman with a bad smokers cough as she looses the place in her beauty magazine. Her niece had a child and she's only 17. She had her first child at 16 and says that her niece should learn to practice safe sex. The managers smoke and talk s**t about the other managers-- WHO FORGOT TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH LAST NIGHT? If it's not one thing it's another because all we do is b***h, and work and b***h some more, and work some more. B***h and work. © 2012 Tom Cook |
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