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Just before punching-in
for his shift at the theater,
he douses himself
with tire-store scented cologne,
dons his bellhop uniform
with its meaningless badges.

A peaked, pencil-thin mustache,
it is hoped,
will endear him to widows
when he seizes them by the arm
and leads them to seats
in rows upfront
where there’s popcorn
and candy-resin mucking the floor.

But perhaps it will only provoke
the contempt of youths
who'll deem him
a worthy bull's-eye
for their lettuce
and even pricier projectiles.

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