Black Tax Poem by Chi

Do the garbage – that’s me.
Discard the empty boxes – that’s me.
Crush the garbage in the dumpster –
that’s me.

Fill in the ads - that's me.
Fill the empty shelves
with promotional items – that’s me.
Check the prices of ‘items not on file’ –
that’s me running helpless.

Help the dying put their items
from their carts into their trunks – that’s
also me.
Bring in the carts – I’m the cart boy.
IC3 – that’s me with a smile.

Fill in the cooler – that’s me.
Check the outdates of the dairy items – that’s me.
Baby oil the cooler, the doors, and side panels – that’s me.
Dust mop the store floor – that’s me.

Spot mop the store floor – that’s also me.
Vacuum the vestibule - that’s me.
Distribute the baskets equally round the store – that’s me.

Come at five thirty for trucking – that’s me.
Never call in because you’re stoned dead – that’s me.
The press comes tomorrow: you have to hold the banner! - that's also me.

Take the blame for all that’s wrong –
that’s me.
“Cut your complaints! ” – Alleluia!