Pizza Shop
A Poem for the Bitch I Work With
Haven't been there long
not even a quarter of a year
yet you have this power to make my resting bitch face permanent
as if you drew it yourself, the artist of my hatred
Interacted only twice and I would slap you that many times
making your cheeks red as the marinara we sell
at the pizza shop
Questions about my shift ending
non-stop desire to stand around and flirt with our boss
here's some sincere advice
cut a slice, do your fucking job
Arrogant sour face
I hope your eye lines are replaced with wrinkles
that resemble melting cheese
I hope this gig brings you back pain
I hope the oven gives you slight and minor burn marks on a bad day
I hope you drop orders and fuck up on customers change
hell, I hope your outside business interferes with your job at the pizza shop
I wish whoever you're seeing breaks your heart
Scratch that.
I wish right before they make you climax they confess infidelity and you can't cum
I wish that you may walk in on him beating himself
unable to touch an inch of your skin
In conclusion, I wish a bitch would
Sincerely,
Your irritated co-worker at the pizza shop
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