The Poem of the Grocery Store

Haha, my thought process on a slow day at work.

Tick Tock,

Tick Tick,

The poem of the grocery store

Will never be forgot.

As I write this, my pen poised high

In an authoritative manner, as to imply

The importance of my work, the stature of my being,

And I look responsible, mature, but for a moment, if only fleeting.

I write swiftly, looking around

For nothing screams "Don't notice me!" 

More than someone focused on the ground.

And yet, my mind wanders, heading offshore,

To all of the adventures I've yet to explore.

I'm so excited for the future, yet I'm extremely bored,

For I have to get there and do my time.

"Working for the man" as they say, 

The daily grind.

And so I must leave you now, I've "got work to do"

More like my boss has just come around, 

S**t, quick, grab a broom!

*Drops pen and grabs broom*

Author's Note

This is me every shift.