23 February 2015

CW Poetry Class: Week 3 Poem 1

have rather a love/hate relationship with my job. The coworkers are great, but the policies in place and the people that come through leave something to be desired. This abecedarian sonnet helps me deal.

Retail Therapy

Retail is the bane of my existence. I’m done with sales.
Teaching’s my calling, not this monetary jujitsu.
Vampiric patrons enter the store and I clench my jaw.
Xpertly falsified perkiness rings in my welcome to the foray
zombified by the brightly colored displays. I need some java.
Be that as it may, I will perform my civic
duty, and ferry stranger’s money away with a smile.
For this ceremony of materialism is a paying gig.
“Have you heard about our rewards card? May I
justify my reason for offering you a way into debt?” My back
longs for relief from my boss’s pressure. You think I’m
not serious? You try this for four years. Te lo ruego.
Please get me outta here. I’m done with this cirq(ue).

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