Mr Mascellani's Musings

The clock goes double slow.
Burger flip sweat tired, me, in skin greasy mind limbo,
double shift blisters on my feet.

I don’t want to be here
with these families feeding on sugar and fat
and peroxide perm blue mascara bimbos in leopard print pants
and this ex- con manager who yells at me.
Oh poor feet.

I want to be a cat
who's snoozing in front of a fireplace,
burning log snug.

Flippo burgeros ergo sum