Sally's Fortune Cookies

Sally's broken fortune cookies are piling in the back. Orders being broken by men who won't take flack. Boxes dropped by workers anxious to get home, cracking Sally's cookies and leaving them like Rome. In time I'll go for coffee when Sally's counting pieces. With luck she'll give me several until the dropping ceases. They'll come in tiny bundles wrapped in plastic bags; that some will come with fortunes and some will be in rags. The truth is that they're tasty and worthy of their ranks. I'll have to say my blessings and Sally: say my thanks.