• It is Friday morning
    The sun shines through the early mist.
    I get in my car and wait until the frost melts.

    Work. The torture of my unending existence.
    Go find the price of bologna
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    A kind old lady
    Asks where the canned beans are.
    I tell her on which aisle it is and point to it.

    She still can't find the Pinto Beans, I help.
    There they are. Beside the Lima Beans
    And the Baked Beans.

    The alarm goes off.
    I wake up slowly to my existence.
    Fifteen minutes to the place of boredom.

    I enter the store on a misty and sunny morning.
    I punch in on the clock and was asked
    the price of bologna.

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