Sunday Stupe

The only thing that matters is chicken or beef
and do you want tomatocheeselettuce in
balance with this life this death
smile at every person even the
indecisive ones who hold up the line
because white or wheat bread and
I’m sorry can you speak a little
louder yes sir that was a funny joke one
I’ve never heard before and
do not go gentle into that good
condiments and gluten free yeah we have
some of those although might I
warn you they taste like sawdust you poor sucker
beloved we are always in the
Stupe line and reality is biodegradable boxes that
smell like saving the planet no we don’t do
salads on Sundays and here have my swipe it’s extra and
we have slipped the surly bonds of
Saga and who forgot to cut the buns
is Geoffrey back from break yet I’m doing
fine thanks for asking and the philosophy
paper needs 5 sources due at 10 am
Nature’s first green is
mold on this cheese throw out the pan
hi what can I get for you thanks for
waiting I’m out of ketchup where are the
size medium gloves and smile
night and whirling worlds afar in all encircling
eye contact don’t be sarcastic patience is
poetry is faces I recognize mixing with rhymes
I memorized once upon a shift—
I gave you a burger last Sunday and
you don’t know my name