. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Regal

Another from the Regal Series - a fun little poem about my work behind the cash register, which I seldom took seriously and rarely ever did I do what I was told...



Fictitious movies play behind me
like the real one across the counter,
Crowds are my upper
while mid-day is my downer,
If I fail to mention “combo”
it’s a strike against my credit,
While quick work with the broom and pan
is an added bonus to my merit,
These shoes, this shirt, these pants
don’t flatter me if you please,
I feel as ugly as a dog
and might as well have fleas,
But the movie keeps on rolling
on the screen and in the lobby,
It’s only fitting that my betrayal
is against a popular American hobby,
I can hook you up on a weekday
but not for a new release,
I can get you a drink if you bring a cup
but don’t ask me for some treats,
Of course you know I’ve seen ‘em –
every movie in the back,
Of course you know I clean ‘em –
but don’t take that as a fact,
Everyday I head to Regal
a paycheck for a monotonous game,
My ploy’s so close to its ending now
but everyday is still the same.

So smile and say hello,

Smile and say hello,
Can I ring up something for you please,
Oh yeah,
And would you like a combo?

11.2003

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