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POETRY BY ROB AVERY |
Confessions of a Mad Janitor....
Yes I am the lowly janitor but you might as well call me Mr. Mom
Having to pick up after your crumb dropping trash can missing lazy ass.
What's that funny taste in you coffee?
That right
Teach you to leave paper dots scattered on the floor like you are a born yesterday moron
As I push my cart I pretend not to notice you staring at me out of the corner of your eye. Like I have a tentacle slithering out of my forehead or something.
Call me weird? Well you are the one who works a 72 hour week. hating every minute of it, taking anti stress pills and standing over the sink with a razor to your arm wondering if tonight is the night you have the guts.
I've noticed your boss walks with a spring in his step.
How often do you have to wipe that brown nose of yours?
While we are on the subject of wiping who is he idiot with the greasy hands who I likes to leave hard prints on my shiny windows?
Haven't you ever heard of paper towels?
Are you so stupid that you can't wash these grime hands of yours? Yeah I've noticed how clean the sinks are. Who needs a tan when you can just let your body cake over with dirt? There are homeless people with better hygiene than a greasy handed sloth like your self.
So you make more money than me. but at what cost? How many of you have to take home your laptops so you can finish your work?
Happy holidays "I can count your veins as you work double loads so you can get some vacation time. Despite all your hard work that buxom young girl with the knee pads always gets the promotion.
Yes.
I spend a lot of time laughing about this. My friends laugh too.
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