can't work the fast food joint
--MistressAli

Close proximity to me
Don't get so close
Your presence crawls on my skin
I cannot work like this
With these people crowding me
This heat...no...I can't stand their staring
The shoving, please...no...
The contact with a stranger's skin
I can't stand the touch of their sweaty flesh
On mine
The smell of copper pennies wet with perspiration
I can't stand the dampness of dollar bills
Exchanging from me to them, them to me
Please no...the endless sizzling of dead cows
No!
I will not work like this
Selling my sanity
For some quick cash.