the fellow at the meat counter
jabs at his rack of roast chickens
until they are pounded into submission
on the display rack.
one poor chicken loses her (his?) skin along the way
what a tragedy
because we all know
the skin is the best part.
he looks angry
but i don't think it's me
'cause i didn't ask for the duck
until after he settled his chickens.
i think to myself that to be able to go to work at a job one doesn't mind doing and sometimes does quite well and is paid adequately for is a blessing indeed. i am grateful.
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