Poezja

Ms. Matika works in the grocery store with her high hair and I call her POOF
She resembles a porcupine gone wrong-with her hair sticking out on top like that
She has shared many secrets with me; it was like that from the beginning
It was just fate that we met in aisle number one, she was busy having a panic attack and I was looking for potato chips.
Stocking shelves and trying to breathe must be terrible
I decided on sour cream and bar-b-que and she ask me how to stop 
having the darn thing
It seemed as if she was in the middle of a hurricane right then
I preceded to speak from experience and told her to be in the moment
Instead she took a Xanax
You cannot help people that don't want to be helped
Ms. Matika has shut down completely and told me that the Xanax is working
I told her that she is masking her problem
POOF quit her job and is living on disability.........