Working Stiff
By Giggles Anderson
Free wi-fi at Mick’s is working.
Many Americans aren’t.
It’s quite an experience.
The visible homeless,
The new invisible homeless,
Displaced bourgeois.
Hanging out. eating fries.
And drinking the same soda.
all day long.
Greasy spoon.
Greasy floor.
Filthy screen.
Filthy poor.
Screaming teacup humans
drop kick each other–
An added bonus.
Very multi-culti
to be trapped in a game
of playgrounds and dragons
A scruffy male snail
offers to buy
3 children
Ice cream.
Sundaes
on a Monday,
of course.
Fudge.
The boys serve up
several excuses why
dating male snail
is a bad idea.
Er go, Escargot–
We’re not hungry.
We don’t want it.
It’s not you.
It’s me.
I’m not ready.
I’m too young.
I just got out of a relationship.
My parents are getting a divorce.
It’s just too soon.
We’re just not that into you.
The boys spattered rejection
for about 2 minutes.
Hot apple pie.
Two for a dollar.
The nuggets began to float,
switching from yellow to brown.
They look to the girl
with fry-colored hair
for leadership.
And ketchup.
“I don’t talk to strangers,” she said.
The menu watched
as her mouth gripped
then ripped the foil packet.
She knows
what her milkshake
brings to the yard.
Someone’s been watching Nancy Grace.
The drive-thru is now open.
All night long.
Come for the wi-fi.
Pay for my fries.
Listen to the orders.
Watch McCitizen cry.