Saturday, August 9, 2014

Working Retail

You want to scream:
“Once I was a person.”
“Once my life mattered to someone.”
But you know one will hear.
Just a meaningless sound, like the traffic passing by
Or the yappy dog in the corner house.
Worse you begin to believe.
Only faintly remembering:
“Once I was a human being.”

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