Dish Lifter
On friday, on monday, on tuesday,
wednesday, thursday, friday again,
the waitress earned $5.10 an hour plus tip,
8 hours a day only licked one trip
Yet even then even when,
she worked and worked,
yet,
even then,
only to fall short of the rent,
perhaps because she didn't work the weekend
the landlady alone,
waiting for the rent and,
that's when a client came in and,
she did the hour's work so to be given the hour's,
pay,
snatched hotel robe returned to her wrinkled skin,
click of the door latch closing not before the dish lifter enters in,
unbenknownst to moments prior,
aggravated land lady learns the news,
from dish lifter currently lacking a home
clear tear escapes beneath,
breaks through eyelash down along her face,
dives from her chin to disheveled flooring,
escapes further through boarding,
lower floor below accepts the salt of emotion evaporating
pee-stick gripped loosely,
"I'm sorry miss, i'm not going to make it!"
life shattered before land whore,
the test screen now occupied by unapologetic plus
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I guess this is the blog of me. A high schooler who is really tired of the demented shit people go through. Like how the word .... is sensored, but only if i write it as it is. If i put little dashes in between the letters, i can write whatever i want. F-U-C-K. See? Because if you jump through all the little hoops of society, you can do WHATEVER YOU WANT. That's what i'm here for, to encourage people to do just that.
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