Pharmacy Hours
These rattles don’t rattle anymore; they were produced under the authority of Dr Pepper. Darn pharmacy hours is disrespecting me again, irregular like a heartbeat. At least let me pick where they send these pellets towards. I still got groceries to buy you know, I ain’t gone drop dead next week cause of these pellets you know. Don’t tell me that you expect me to do my shopping at the pharmacy. What the hell am I supposed to do with a sponge, a greeting card, a box of poptarts, and a pack of rubbers? They call my phone every other day saying that I ain’t picked up the pellets yet and its overdue. My quivers got shivers and my liver got bones, no goodnights with tremor terrors. It’s not like I don’t try, I been trying to get this refill for a while but they not working with me on this. I’m working my ass off during sun, rain, sleet, and snow for them pellets like an owl but it ain’t my luck I tell ya. Viscous cycle i’m in like a guinea pig on a wheel, these rattles gone help get me off the rattles I was on before and that happened because I got snaked out of a good time in the city. These pharmacists had to have been sent down by Mister Dr Pepper just to mock me with this mockery. Google says i’m a handicap and you still treat me like that title is not earned. They choose to have the same lunch break as I do, all of them chose it down to the minute! The universal time for lunch is supposed to be noon and those pharmacists notice that but assume it is too soon. For fucks sake, all most all professions take breaks at noon. All them years of advancing in education came with restroom breaks, all the trades taught me is to go shit in the woods. I’m down here in the trades and I can’t even get at water break. Lunch was supposed to be at twelve, it says in the handbook but it’s always moved to one thirty. I head down there everyday on my lunch break to get nothing. It’s a damn choking hazard to drive then walk while eating lunch. Cashier knows not to try to stop me from getting my lunch in, even they understand that them pharmacy hours is stupid. I walk down there and it looks like a footlocker before or after closing, with the dirty aluminum shutters. I’m gone run into Dr Pepper one of these days and tell him to his face “I’ve done washed my hands with you”. I’m gonna tell him those words and we gone fight because those is his fighting words. His grandma done told that to his whole family in their sleep in spirit. I only know that cause Dr Pepper was on the peruvian while off duty and secrets secretes. I don’t care whether this takes place with him having home court advantage in Waco or down in Martin Luther King Jr street where he sends me to get these refills, his prune face gone be seeing twenty three flavors when i’m done with him. He gonna need the same prescription cause he gone feel it in his back, knee, and thigh bone. When the drug store won’t give me their drugs then I gotta hit the streets and them streets ain’t got no pharmacy hours. I’m already on Martin Luther King Jr street, this owl gone get his pellets within an hour and this slumber will be to sweet to be sour.