Waiting to be chosen to clean a galley kitchen,
dozen day laborers also wait,
I do not know how I'll escape minimum wage work.
I will be liberated, I insist.
Nature hears me and enlists
I be persuaded more.
Years later, I do not run the kitchen.
From ice packer to mobster boss,
I am a mafia politician
Monday, January 24, 2011
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