Just Another Job

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It feels like I have been here for ever.
I peek at my watch .
It reads ten o’three.
I get out at three thirty.

I hate flipping patties
I hate frying the fries
How can people think this food is a pleasant surprise?
It’s so greasy and fattening.
How about an apple instead of a heart attack?

Sometimes I dream I could be an astronaut.
I sometimes become inspired by the little rocket on the paper bags.
I could be zooming around the stars,
Or even land on the moon.

But I am stuck here working this dead end job.
An inmate in a prison.
I can see freedom but can’t quite get there.
So I guess I will just make the best of things while I’m here.

What is Water?

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I
Sitting in a clear glass
ready to drink
filled up by the sink.

II
Solid and crystallized
Carved into with brilliant silver
as she zigs and zags
with speed and tranquility.

III
White and fluffy
A child rolls him to life
and uses a carrot for a nose.

IV
An Olympic event
freestyle, backstroke, breaststroke and butterfly
Trying to be first.
to get the gold.

V
The shipping containers loaded.
The anchor pulled up,
and the fog horn sounds.
The lighthouse is inbound.

VI
The grass is growing green,
even though the sun is blistering.
A child runs through the sprinkler.
Oh what a summer’s day!

VII
Wee Woo! Wee Woo!
The sirens sound
with smoke all around
they use the hose
controlling the angry blaze.