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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem