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This poem was on the same page as the one last one I posted, so I guess I must have been having a really bad day at work. At the time I used to work at Clothestime, which was an inexpensive junior's clothing store. It was in a shopping plaza in the middle of Hialeah and most of the time you were in the store by yourself. We got robbed a lot.

Anyway, this is about those people that just stand in front of a store waiting for it to open, giving you the stink eye as you try to balance the register or put out merchandize or do whatever it is you need to do before you open the store. Fuck those people! Most of the time, they want to do a return and get annoyed when you don't have change even though they witness that you JUST OPENED THE STORE!

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By Aralis

Why are you here

You fucking loser?

Don’t you know

When you’re not wanted?

Don’t you have anything

Better to do?

Don’t you have a life?

Do you really think

The first thing

I want to see

In the morning

Is your face pressed

Against the glass

Beckoning for me

To open the door?

Well I don’t want to

See your face anymore

Unless it has a

Bullet hole in it.