what entrance
is accused by a
pack of men who
don’t know true toiling
and i strictly hate
smoking and beer

some don’t even know
how to spell their names
and they copy from the
sheet in a blue plastic folder

i wish every minute to
end immediately and
proceed to the next
without them

how to treat them
so nicely when they
don’t know how
to be nice themselves


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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