(the only human in the oil-bay of Instant Lube)
finishes the Gatorade ™ and pitches the empty plastic bottle
end over end into the trash bin
He is wondering if he will get to go drinking this evening
(maybe ever meet a woman
red hair, she has to have red hair)
Zhitzat is having the devil’s own time
keeping the other demons at bay
He remembers a time before technology
Before health plans and three square meals a day
He remembers that as a dark time of chaos
a time bereft of toilets and pleasing picture-plates
of adorable kittens
“No, you accurst vermin
You must turn it counter clockwise to loosen it. . .
And for the love of darkness don’t use the impact wrench!”
with the oil-spout
It goes into the engine
not into your mouth. . .
That’s product and it costs money so don’t waste it”
(beside it gives you gas)
“Hey James. . .
We’re gonna clean this one out?”
“Yeah, they got the Supreme Lube Package
You do it Zhitzat
last time your guys licked all the shinny surfaces
and got the whole car sticky. . .