Poems of a Young Man: “Licorice Pizza Indigestion”


This job is the shits.

Minimum wage!

(Minus taxes.)

Long hours

without any breaks.

Nasty customers

and a demanding overlord.

If I can just make it

(one day at a time!)

until the holidays…

(How does a person live with a job like this-

day in/day out, year in/year out?)


One thing keeps me here

a slave to terrible wages…


There’s a really cute girl

who stocks the record bins!


(12- 16- 78)



About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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