Killer Clocking In

"Welcome to the mart.

How can I help you today?" Scanning barcode labels on a paper

cup

A customer is screaming cause the price went up

My fingers twitch, I know five ways to shut him down

But I just smile and ask if he wants plastic now

(breathe in, breathe out)

Fold the shirts, align the rack

Keep the old life pushed way back

He doesn't know how close he came To never speaking his own

name

Oh, the customer is always right

Even when I want to end their night I traded poisoned darts

for name-tag cards And trying not to snap is getting hard

(haha, please swipe your card)

A heavy spill on aisle number four

I map the room exits while I mop the floor

A guy in cargo shorts is looking way too close My reflex

tells me how to target his carotid host

(stay calm,

just mop)

I used to run across the rooftops in the rain

Now I am checking expiration dates in pain

Is this my penance?

Is this my fate?

To explain the store return policy update?

Oh, the customer is always right

Even when I want to end their night I traded poisoned darts

for name-tag cards

And trying not to snap is getting hard (did you find everything

okay?)

Paper or plastic? Receipt in the bag?

Have a nice day (please go away)