I stand and wait
Legs aching
Bare footed people walk in and out
Am I just like them?
It smells in here
I can’t put my finger on the smell
A lady is to excited to be here
What is wrong with her?
I hate it here
But I must come
The smell might be the person behind me
Him or poverty
I hate to be here
It gives me the creeps
It leaves me feeling frustrated
I hand over a piece of paper
Say some words to a cranky uninterested lady
It will be great to leave
I’ll be back again
But not if things go well for me
I hate it here
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