Did you ever notice...
That some people,
Seem to take their jobs
Way too serious.
From the postman...
Who has a God complex
Simply because he brings your bills to you
And drops them in a little box.
Myself... I think I will take hell...
You can keep your bills, God.
Or the pretty young teller
You know the bank...
that is always there for you.
Somehow your money,
becomes her money
When you try to make a withdrawal.
Well, little miss priss...
I saw you in that piece of shit
Pulling out of the local Winchell's...
Grabbing that quick morning coffee,
And a donut to go.
Oh yes...
The sweet lady that talks so nice to you,
While threatening to turn your lights out...
Like she's never been late on a bill...
Give me a fucking break.
Dragon Lady...
I like smooth transactions...
You know,
people who appreciate your patronage.
Bartenders...
They love my money.
The drunker I get,
The happier they are.
That is...until I've had too much.
Then they become the Dragon Lady...
Smile.
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Antony King
Antony King, a published poet from Eastern Kentucky. His work can be found in SpillWords, Rye Whiskey Review, and piker press to name a few. His books are available at B&N.com and Amazon.com
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