Print off

Settling into day
Days past sleigh
Coffee but it helps
And people order so slow
And the lady at the buttons,
even slower,
New York Times no no
money it always boils down to that
Work on Sunday bullshit
Story continuing in saga
The poem read and everyone relates
But they’re mad at me cuz no remedy–
Is that my job moving this pen or typing
Collecting my own work my own gallery only
Slow slow,
Time urging me to insist but
Not that customer type–
They order more– what the hell
Was that? 3 pump half what how
Many degrees? These people
are hazelnuts!