Sweat Mark Equality
Pretty... is hard to find when you're dying in a grocery store line.
A million shoppers with the same sweatpants, greasy ponytails
,, and checkout line posture.
Slapping conveyor belts with hordes of spam and large bags of rice.
Is there anything more durable than grocery store conveyor belts-
God must be made from grocery store conveyor belts.
A woman in front of me enjoys her lean meats
almond milk and big diamond rings-
She slams the plastic food divider behind her floating wealth,
In front of my T.V dinner(s) and budget cigarettes-
Her posture is barking "you don't have a chance in hell, buddy"-
but I've been around the block and know my boundaries very well.
For the next fifteen minutes we never make eye contact,
but I keep glancing at that little sweat mark on her almond milky @ss,
which strangely makes us slightly more equal.
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