Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Pizza man

I’m the pizza delivery guy
Who got run over by his own truck
Before he got a chance to get to your door,
The working out violence he could
Have expected once he got there
The surprise tip he didn’t know
About waiting inside
The pizza growing cold and limp
In the box while you got what he
Really came for
Making up for society’s unfairness
Night after night
The boxes piling up outside the door
The pizza men stumbling away
Confused by what just happened
Powerless to stop it
Not sure they want to
Me, still working to jack up the back
Of my delivery van
To inflate the tire
That went flat on the way
The pizza growing cold
Even without the tip
I might have otherwise

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