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Cigarets in the gutter

My feet do not belong

Hands start to shutter

The tape turns to the same song

Outside it is overcast weather

Wiping the glass doors

Another order I wouldn't like better

Than sweeping up the floors

Clean tray upon plastic tray

Another thing I am told to learn

Yet there is nothing I can say

Each day my fingers feel the burn

Serving food on a paper plate

Hot spicy sweet or plain

Using samples and smiles as bait

One more rule and I'll go insane

The neon lights show the empty seats

Punch out when the clock says ten

The rain pours down on the darkened streets

Freedom leaves me with the full garbage bin

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-Ercy

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