One Thin Grocer

Standing at the checkout counter Of the favorite grocery store Scanning cans of seafood chowder Until he could take no more The clerk broke down and left his station And fitfully approached his boss The stress of customer relations Were to his mental health a loss The customers were like piranhas Sweeping in and stripping bare Stuffing baskets with bananas Leaving aisles in disrepair But the clerk could go on working With the butcher in the back Yanking organs out of turkeys And freeing entrails with a hack Go ahead and eat your neighbor Go and consume your friend Do it in the name of flavor You can justify it in the end They can tamper with a wrapper Thinking that a lower price they'll pay But on the bloody morning after One thin grocer runs away
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