At A Pizza Parlor One Day


I must confess
You made such a mess
Captain Ricks
Pick up those sticks

Union paid
Making grade
You got 60 seconds
Fences up
Walls are down
A clown wears
An upside down frown
One step forward
And you tripped over your shoes
The owl said

Blame that one in front of us
Pay no mind to those behind us
Just shut up
And eat your chicken nuggets 
Be thankful you have a job
Be thankful you can work
Just imagine a world where we all have a job
Nobody listens
And everybody talks
The rich man walks
All over us

By: Minister Peacefulpoet (Word Witch) 2/26/18


This poem is about: 
My community


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