*the alignment is weird...Anyway, that's them my baby boys :) *


Lately, I have this gnawing fear that grows incessantly every moment when I'm in the store. It has reached a point that I have to constantly prep myself to prevent the inevitable from happening. Suddenly inspired, I shall relate this in a rhyme:

What exactly is your fear, my dear?
Well, its the day where in the store I finally and irrevocably tear.

What dire straits I'm in, to customers' face unable to sneer
and bestow to them a solid kick in the rear.

I have been sincere, yet they have been queer
and their rudeness so severe.
Behind their polished veneer,
I can only jeer.

What unfortunate career steers
to be always here.

The future is always unclear,
yet beyond lies the great frontier.

My mind and will I have to cohere ,
and to my final decision adhere.

PS: for those who wants a summary, it basically means I'm afraid that one of these days, I'll either break down and cry, or give a great piece of my mind to that unfortunate yet deserving jackass of a customer... There.