No More

Got the
call today
told them
I made
a dollar

an hour more
than I really
make
and they sd
they'd give me

50 cents
more than that
so
got a $1.50
an hr raise
over the phone

to start a new
job that's
3 blocks from my
house
in 2 weeks

running
a few dinky
presses
that a blind
insane
one-armed
monkey
with ingrown
toenails
and halitosis
can run
in his sleep

no more
20 min drives
each way
each day
to run a screaming
machine

that's 40 ft long
with 4 units
plus a bindery
unit
that spits
little paper holes
into a bin

no more
pushing 800 lb
rolls into the
thing
and watching it run
through at 500 ft
per min
checking the print
with a timing
light

no more
looking at
the cute mexican
girls
that work
in the mailroom
and are really
from
costa rica
and
nicaragua

no more
smoking
on the steps
outside
as the press
screams
at my back

watching
the cars go by
on rt 15
and the people
crowding into
the legion
next door
on bingo night