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Lone Not-So-Free Ranger

 

you’re trying to get

this cage of eggs out

onto the shop floor

when a customer prods you and says

THERE’S A QUEUE OF US WAITING TO BE SERVED OVER THERE!

so you follow her over to the tills,

past the throng of huffers and puffers

huffing and puffing FINALLY and TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH

and you take your seat, log in to the till and say

next please

and what does the first customer say? I COULDN’T FIND THE EGGS? he says

WHERE’S YOUR EGGS GONE?

and when he

and the others

write their complaints to the shop

their complaints will not be

that you

were the only one on the floor …and that they should clearly get more staff,

their complaint will be

that you

were the only one on the floor … and why are you so slow and stupid and mean

to them?

 

everyone is doing

exactly what they are supposed to:

the shareholders refuse to pay for more staff,

the public blames you

and you

take it.

and take it.

and take it and take it and take

it.