The Artist!

Standing there waiting,

A little tired and wondering,

Thinking about this and that, 

Or maybe nothing at all.

I wouldn’t say it would? no it couldn’t suit me!

A job like that, seems just like work to me.

Two steps closer and slightly sweating,

Approaching the hatch to hand in card,

Slips to fill, sign the line, break her will.

I throw a smile, acknowledgement none!

So I take the docket and queue again,

Shallow mind behind the frame,

A sombre expression as I make my claim.

You’d think this pittance was from her pocket,

Scrutinizing glare with eyes of contempt,

For this meagre amount it’s an entitlement

To just survive and keep barely alive.

I just give her a smile and count my money.

As nothing ruffles my easygoing soul,

Especially on Tuesdays when I draw the dole.