The Water Board
I had a temp job
with the California Water Board
but I was a grungy piece of shit
smelling of cigarettes and Paisano,
a cheap Gallo chianti
I’d swig over my shoulder
as I crept along in my 4 door Nova
Those would have been the days
accept for
the unmitigated misery
“We expect professional attire,”
said my temp boss
“Is this okay?” I asked
“Um, I guess.”
My flannel shirt was purple and brown
it was the ugliest shirt in the world
Why would I wear
a shirt that ugly?
Because I was exhausted
and it was
the only clean thing
about me.
Horror Sleaze Trash 