Short Poem No.21

You think you’re paying for it, but I know you aren’t.
I’m as close as your notepad, feel the cashier move ?

Always the same, up at six, draft at nine-thirty,
the little fucker Biff learns manufacturing or it’s ‘stop tinkering’

That dropper draft your thumbtack, dollars and blowtorch

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