Pizza Shop

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