On my last day of ushering: first draft

just me being just a crazy fuck


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On my last day of ushering
I will trip small children
give them candy bars for their silence
promise them another
at the end of the show,
duck out before the end
On my last day of ushering
I will not look the rich opera women
in their eyes, just their tits
When I say turn left at row M
and they so much as glance right
I’ll roll up a program and smack
their asses hard
the addiction to money has made them stupid
On my last day of ushering
I’ll kick back and enjoy the chaos
I’ll light a cigarette in the seating area
say, oh--I forgot, when others complain
I’ll hug the co-workers I like,
I’ll say thanks to the bosses,
I don’t need anymore
I fly now