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Ryan May 2020
So, you're a shelf stacker?

It's Stock Replenishing Operative, actually.

I mean, I do take stock and stack it on the shelf, but it's an easy job,
and I can do it by myself.

We're inexperienced, part-timers,
full-time staff are corporate climbers,
which is fine, but they really don't like us.

Fill the cage and wheel it out,
steering 'round corners, missing the customers,
don't hit the display,
they'll be hell to pay from the supervisor,
they'll vapourize, ya.

Thirty pots of Pesto,
here we go,
bent over at an angle, strainin' my back trying to untangle the packaging,
it doesn't have to be perfect just get them in.

Where's the footstool?
It's with Abdul, fair enough, I'll help him out,
have a laugh with the staff, it's the only way to get through, until
"Ryan! We need you on shampoo."
So off I trudge, to grab a box,
Neutrogena, TRESemme, and Radox.

That has dragged and dragged, but it's break-time now,
just 20 minutes to figure out how I'll get through the rest,
I'm not stressed,
just bored, very, very bored.

Working here has shown me what I don't want to do.
It's fine for a wage,
but I'd love to engage in something of interest,
a job that suits me best.


Enroll at Uni?
Maybe that'll improve me?
Then away I go, no looking back
and all those things I think I lack
will become history, hopefully.
Beginner who is looking for some opinions and constructive feedback.
lover Feb 2019
Blue
Take the risk
Mine or his
I won't let you hold me down in the mist
so we break down
Hazardous, engines
you blew it all up in my face
now its one thing at a time
three steps further away from 'you'
growing my hair to wash away the short length of time we had and prove my life has a longer, fuller potential
Tresemme
Just a little something to hold us.
my favourite colour.
sandra wyllie Dec 2022
this Jim, the doctor
a black bearded man sitting across her
the smiling trim guy that mocked her
with notepad laid flat on top his Dockers
even if he was off his rockers

She believed him
this Jim, the clock watcher
she was stuck on him as his TRESemme'
he was stuck on her like tooth decay

She believed him
this Jim, the rogue
he was adept at taking off her clothes
***** *** and dry martinis
sandy beaches and string bikinis

She believed him
this Jim, the liar
like all the women he dated prior
another notch on his bedpost
another crotch that he ghosts

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