More Shopkeeping Poems:
As a Shopkeeper
If you have any questions
Let me know
If you have any questions
Let me know
If you have any questions
Let me know
If you have any questions
Let me know
If you have any questions
Let me know
If you have any questions
Let me know
I am the all-knowing
Oracle of the Universe
Shopkeeper/Parent
Children with
Parents who can't
Control them
Leave it to me
to scold them
Mother? Father?
Couldn't You've told them?
Stray
When you're a shopkeeper
open
A thief in the shop
A bare spot on the wall
A picture missing
Never Sold
It was Stolen
Stolen from my boss
Maybe
Stolen from me
Definitely
I sat at my desk
As they walked by
I probably even smiled,
"Bye"
I really want to get that
"Guy" I hope
so I can
smash his face
to pulp
at work
When I go to
the travel photo
shop and sit
behind the counter
The Whole World
is in front of me
and DC is behind me
Tourists
Sometimes when
I get off work
and I am walking
down by the fountain
I overhear a family
A Father, Mother
Their children
communicating
and understanding
in a way
that impresses
the Hell out of me
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