KILL THE RICH
DEATH
by Lincoln N.
Schreiber
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I DO NOT FEAR DEATH!
I COULD LOOK AT THE GRIM REAPER RIGHT NOW AND SPIT AT THE MOTHER FUCKER
I could grab right onto that black cape stained by millions AND MILLIONS of
years of blood and follow him right into that abyss. Right into the white light
and say guetentag everyone…where's my harp, my cloud, and my virgin….but before
I get to settled in Yo Pete! I got a request. SEND MY ASS BACK
Please just for a little bit…I've still got some shit to do.
I mean, I left the oven on…I have to make the perfect cheesecake
I have to work tomorrow and no one is there to cover my shift and there are so
many people I have to tell off at that fucking place.
You know how hard it is to work in a pharmacy and not say…MOTHER FUCKER WHAT'S
YOUR DAMN PROBLEM?
I have to go after that dirty old man that always gets the viagra so he can keep
it up for the prostitutes. I need to throw that dirty old man out of the store
one more time for bringing in pictures of the slut he fucked last night.
DO YOU THINK I WANT TO SEE HIS SHRIVELED DICK?
I need to go home and tell my momma that I love her and thank her for raising me
so well. We have to do the Time Warp one more time.
I need to go home and thank my pappa for working shit shift
shit shifts
SHIT SHIFTS for 22 years.
I need to tell my sister that I forgive her for everything that she's done to me
in the past and that I really do love her.
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OZZFEST MAN OZZFEST!
I need to watch my children grow old and have kids of their own.
WAIT…I NEED TO HAVE KIDS!
I have to write the perfect poem, you know the one that'll get me published and
on the tongue of every literary son of a bitch in this country.
I HAVE TO GET A 10 AT CANAL STREET.
Please man, have a heart, just for a little while longer Pete…send me back.
I DO NOT FEAR DEATH
I'm just not ready for him yet.
A "Dirty" Old Man
Lincoln N. Schreiber
A dirty old man keeps confronting me at work. He is only there to get the
little pills that maintain his libido.
"I don't need them for my wife"
he says with a hand to his chest like he's actually promising something.
"Only when I'm with the "ladies"
Insinuating that he's still very active with the ladies of the night. He has
been coming there as long as I can remember being there myself. Telling stories
of the night before or other people he's been with since last I saw him. He
also spends a great deal of time hitting on the women that work with me. Trying
to get one of them to meet him in his trailer. He tells me how many women have
felt pity for him and pay him for his "services". I can't honestly believe that
anyone would pay or have sex with this shriveled old 75-year-old man but he has
brought pictures of his conquests. Maybe one day I'll call his wife and tell
her about all he's done. Tell her about the trailer, the hookers, the pills,
the endless nights of him and every other woman in town. Or maybe I'll just
notify the police and tell them where to meet him. Although he's been picked up
more than a few times now so I don't think he cares. What's just another night
in jail to a "dirty" old man?
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