His Name is Chaos

Pattern on the carpet making him dizzy

Back of legs ache from standing

Music thumping out the speakers

His break at twelve thirty

Come on junior, get up, shake it off

Suggest sell the new Garth Brooks CD

The mall is crowded

Little rough necks filling pockets

Slinking out the door

He stares across the way at the pretty girl

Working at the maternity store

Should probably be faster at the cash register

He checks the ID

It says minor until twenty-ten

Back then a jaw droppingly long time away

The letters on his name tag run together

They read CHAOS from a distance

You don't intimidate him

He intimidates you

From this vantage he sees you squander your advantage

He considers it a privilege to watch you neglect your privilege

He has to want it more than you

He has to work harder than you

At the end of the day he will be more hungry than you