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The Coffee's Free

I pare down the want ads to just a few
Monster.com nonsense because no one
ever calls back. no emails. no one cares
that last night
i painted someone’s porch for $150
it was cash.
My son plays his Wii
and my wife continues her respect for the house
we don’t own. but might as well because there is outside
and outside is cold and outside no one cares
and outside they will pity you if they know you’re outside.
My son asks me if we can go to McDonalds tomorrow
Tomorrow’s Monday. And I get angry.
Unfair, yeah, but I get angry.
“Tomorrow’s a work day, son! No!”
He goes back to his game, my wife ignores me.
And I go back to Monster.com
which ignores me all the while.

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