Breaky before work

A scon before work

They ran bakeries on the curbside
always joking about their own ethnicities

In humming dark cars we drove around the curvy town
stacking up then boosting off again

We could see the bakeies as we descended the lowhills
towards the halls of obligation, that dark wood
Those monotonous tasks.

The dimlit auster expectancy space
Highly organized frowns
lowly paid no sound