after me and
tommy
rteurned from the
baars at lunch
mr phillips told us
to go on home
we were losin
half days pay for drinkin
over lunch

tommy flipped shit
through a wrench threw
the shop office window
said
"fuck you phillips
fuck you and your
whole goddamn family
your probably gonna just
take that money
and use it to beat off
at the playground"

tommy had one too many
beers
that
afternoon

i say "tommy lets go home"
we walked down springfield avenue
back to his place
"im pretty smart if i say so myself"
i say
"fat billy, that hairy fabricator
in the back..you know him"

"ya" tommy said

"he's been humpin
with phillips daughter"

"so"

"ima use ur phone, to call her and
tell her daddy fired off
me, u, and billy
shes gonna run on down
to the shop
and announce to 30
beer guzzlin
lady whistlin
machinists
that shes fuckin
ol greasy billy
and that he
cant fire him"

"i havent paid my
bill
in a month
my phone dont work"
tommy told me
a llttle
weaery in the eyes


i pulled a flaskk
out of my jacket
and sat down on the road

myswell finish it
while its warm
i thought