I Finally Got Fired From My People Skills And Job! Poem by Jena Crowe

I Finally Got Fired From My People Skills And Job!



I gave a guy a fried egg sandwich today-
I knew there was a hair on the plate and I found humor
instead of a napkin before I served it to him.

He was appalled.

My boss told me the hair was black, like mine.
I said 'You are racist against hair dye! '
He said 'I've put up with your attitude long enough, after today don't come back'

I clapped so everyone could hear it. One of the regulars
named Tim was working on his thesis, sitting by the window.
He winked at me. I was like 'Hell yeah! Wink again brother because this mo fo is getting a job at my parents basement! '

I always wanted to live there. Great view of concrete,
unlimited supply of shut the hell up. Free food on occasion,
if I apply myself upstairs in the kitchen.

That last one is a big IF.

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Gary, I hope you love it on the streets because I can't support you anymore my lovable gay teddy bear.
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