I scowl, frown, sneer, pout, wince and make a face...
somehow to no avail. They stand and stare...
caricatures, grotesque figures, frighten
or irritate my sense of poise, focus...
work requires me to remain motionless,
literally standing still all day long,Tuesday
for hours on end without a break. Model
regal evening gowns, casual sports gear,
obviously, the latest in fashion,
whatever catches the eye of modern
newcomers, teens and young adults. I guess
some corporate bigwig with swollen tongue,
not just speaks French but watches the catwalk...
education and hard, cold cash wins friends,
even disingenuous friends are real,
real and sincere, faithful to the greenback,
pretend you never had money, the funds
ordinary people use to play a role,
unimaginative, I know, but cash
turns people's heads inside out. They don't know
why they act the way they do, they believe
in the image in the window they pass
nonchalantly glancing at my outfit...
customers come inside, careerists stop,
enchanted by a dress or a necklace...
although, by midday, they forgot the shoes
not just caught their attention as they wove
directionless through foot traffic, foot loose,
making their way to work, avoiding fate,
arriving before their boss breaks her step,
kicking them on their ass out to the curb,
even on time means nothing to big shots...
as I grimace at passersby, I note
feebly, my gestures never once perturb
arrogant zit-ridden children, little shits
circus around in clothes I wore last night...
even worse, someone leaves me in the nude.
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