I used to work at a pizza place.

Yep.

Surrounded by ironically diet soda,

and walking soylent green

demanding it for free.

Of course i gave them free soda. 

Coka-Cola can afford it.

Skinny hipsters with low self-esteem 

ordered their pizza

without cheese

and without sauce.

i proudly served them their 

bread-puck all whilst

minimum wage kept

my laughter locked loosely

inside my mouth, with 

the key shoved up my ass

for good measure

i guess.

One time i thought Ron Perlman

tried to tip me for another man’s pizza,

but it was just a generous hobo 

with a heart bigger than

my future.