Bags of mini bags of chips
Too tiny bottles of water
Which aren’t even much cheaper
Than their taller counter bottles.
Enough to satiate
Their employee’s appetite,
To keep running
Back and forth all night.
Grab this shirt.
Fold those pants.
Listen to the same damn song,
But still find a way to dance.
Molest the merchandise.
Steam the pants onto mannequins.
Smoking hot with heels that talk
Of where you could be going tonight.
If you could ever find a way to leave.
Keep working until your inner perfectionist is pleased.
Forget to have a life
With chores, and wants, and needs.
Which all require income to afford, and supply, and feel free.