A Clerk

A cash store clerk bent on self improvement brought a gun to work today His final solution to follicles and dried up tear ducts He didn’t know where to conceal, what was really eating him A funny slogan brought a slight grin, but was buried when he choked on joy The towns people saw him shrug and the earth shuddered They saw him strung up in the square with a new hue to him Lucky for them they wouldn’t be here too long His head hovers by his shoulders, his hands hold his fate Questions nibble his mind... Do the young deserve it more than the ones who’ve seen what he’s come to see? Do the elders deserve a bitter rose bleeding near a grave that states “He lived a full life”? Decisions, decisions This bread can’t hold back the pains from future regret and this bottle hasn’t been curing anything but dream weaving Something he doesn’t know much about anymore A crooked smile slits its own throat across his face Where did this come from? A guttural reaction to the thought of death? Maybe just perfection embodied from a cold steel grip Kick up dust with the flick of his wrist Everything unsettled ends, this will be his day of smiling The towns people saw him shrug his shoulders and the earth shuddered The towns people’s lives flash The suns eclipsed by screams The cash store clerk bent on self improvement brought a gun to work today and the towns people helped him live a little longer....