I Offer Capitalism Half my Tim Horton`s Turkey Hero

I offer Capitalism half my Tim Horton’s turkey hero.

Our books are propped up back-to-
back, riding backwards on the 6:15 to Toronto.

International Business. Precarity (a Medley).

His watch has one single diamond. I am dressed in
half handmade / half sweatshop.

He is boring-hot. That clean-cut-blue-eyes kind of guy
you glimpse over a folded down page definition: The cogniate class.

“No thanks,” he stumbles (you hippie freak). And it’s back-on-
ear-plugged with an ipod.

I am kind of hungry, I think. But figure
Capitalism’s gotta eat.