This is an idea that I had for a poems called, "Customer Service Associate Team Leader"


I'm sitting in the break room reading Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems. And I thought "Hey! That's funny I'm reading Lunch Poems on my lunch break". But why am I'm taking a lunch break at seven o'clock? And why am I working on a Saturday, while my friends are meeting up at some bar, smoking cigarettes and enjoying free popcorn? Who besides me eats lunch so late?