Ryan...Ugh.

The Cashier

He sites like The Thinker
Rodin would be proud.
His shoulders hunched foward
in obnoxious agony.
it is not the weight of the world on his shoulders.
it is hell pulling him home.

he is as far from noble as
Ramen noodes are from
smoked salmon and caviar.
New clothes will not save you
and Henry Higgins cannot cure you of your simple tongue and speech.

If you were to find salvation in
an education
you still could not escape your overly simple nature.
It is your shoulders that give you away.

A bit more rounded and you'd be an ox.
Suitable only for hard, manual labour
in the filth and the mud.

it is cold and your hooves will lose
all traction as you slide down
the ravine.

Even as you groan for help,
no one will rescue you.
They will spit on you as they walk by
chatting with each other
that you would have made a better
belt.