Piss Poem B
Early morning
I get a pissy look
from a worn-out moon.
Off to work
From a pissy guard booth
I get a pissy look.
Next. I get a pissy look from the supervisor.
Who got a pissy look from the manager.
Who got a pissy look from God. I presume.
Lunchtime, an old woman baking minimum wage.
Serving food to a thousand pissy faces.
Her smile is worth a million bucks.
An island of diamonds in an ocean of pissy.
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