clerk

Nox picked the word for the Daily Spur writing challenge. You can check it out here

The Clerk

A typist or a taylor
A waitress or a host
A maitre d at a fancy place
Is the job that I’d like most.
Right now I’m just a clerk
In a bank right up the street
Standing for eight hours
On my sore and aching feet
I didn’t pick a job like this
I didn’t want to work
My girlfriend said I had to
She said I was a jerk
And so I stand here working
With money stacks galore
Waiting for my shift to end
And then I’m out the door.

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