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francis_bede
francis_bede Author of Bad Clergy and other poetics.
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You see me standing aloof, at this counter head alone For me to be of service at the ready of one's command

Sonnet

You see me standing aloof, at this counter head alone

For me to be of service at the ready of one's command

Yes, I am angry with myself, like a riffing Ramone,

When dispensing change, in Customer Service Land.

At stake is my ego projected onto my uniformed self

The pressure feels like a back slab crushing my form

Hinting a collapse; a low ebb of self-esteem by stealth,

Where were my elders, whose wisdom could forewarn?

Too late, I'm well into adulthood and decline

My best may still go forth, as I hand over the money

And sometimes I force a smile, to then feel supine,

And accept that servitude is a comedy the least funny.

It's on with the show; new customers have arrived

A greeting sincere; I'm shell-shocked then revived.

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