Best Clerk Poems

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...

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The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the 
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson 
night. The pans and pots exchanging strong actions to the curve of the sea 
like seasonal belt.

I preferred...

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I've shown my work to others
who rate it for themselves.
The feeble simply love it.
The intricate act like elves.

The wise man gets behind it
encouraging me to write.
It's only when the humble;
thank me that it's right.

My works in many countries.
Each nation reading from it.
Trading new ideas
when words...

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Once I tossed a smile when I didn’t think
I felt happy.
She caught it and
wrapped it in a song
and sent it back.
I found out I felt happy
after all.

Nothing is coincidence
and reasons might hide
sometimes for seconds
sometimes for eons.
No one has yet discovered how to measure
the half-life of...

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I had another 'Robbie' moment yesterday. One of my appointments was in Henagar to inspect the County Coroners truck that hit a deer. Well I couldn't find the address on my GPS so I called and he said go to the intersection of County road...

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Discounting the Cooked Clerk

Bah humbug humidity.
Cratchit’s counting on hot reality
with an unquenchable boss.
Air conditioner’s broke, but not.
Think Winter’s better? it ain’t.
Scrooged in Summer taint.

9/13/2021...

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The bank clerk filed a complaint
Because her boss tried to acquaint
Himself with her boobs
Felt he had nothing to lose
So, she tied him up with restraint...

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D-awn early Thursday
H-as warmed the March second; 
A-iming to thrill her heart, 
L-ight comes from the beacon.
I-t's a beautiful morn, meeting the break of day; 
A-llowing the dusk to fade, without a doubt, without delay.

N-otes, books, folders, and files
A-re the nature of her work; 
Z-eal...

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Caroline is an old clerk,                                        ...

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