[Scar]

^^is you in this battle?

“Clean”

Sunday flea market. Where you’ll find cheap targets
And Bargaining posture. Sellers profiting off weak product
That evening I spotted a clandestine candy bowl tucked near the old Wii cartridges.
I recalled the sweet chocolate droplets steeped in caramel and toffee toppings
He caught me reaching the top shelf, once, and got belted once.
“Clean up this mess, boy! His ordinance was a yell and blunt force trauma
Poppa was very particular. No means no drama
“Are you gonna act up, boy?”
“No, papa!”
Dad’s candy bowl was very elegant looking
Multicolored cells emboldened against the glistening light
Perfectly molded to hold candies of various sizes
He cleaned them twice a day. Spotless to every shades
A fine testament to dad’s meticulous methods
Hold it in the light and you’ll see fairy and pixies sway
To the idiosyncrasies of his intricate ways
Missing him extra, today.
But dad was never far from me.

Just last week, at my job, it was an oddest scene
Rob and me, stayed late to fucking stock and clean
The aisle.
“Make it spotless, please”, said the boss as he clock and leave for the night
Robbed gave him the cock the heaved some yellow chalks at me. “You alright?” He feigned concerns
I chased the nerd. He scurve and flea, around the curve as he stops and freeze.
It was a display of glass candy container.
“Oh shit, this is fucking dirty! Stains and dirt!
“Fuck is wrong with these people, making me work!”
I chuckled a bit then allocated the task to him to clean.
“18, past and you’re still struggling, jeez!”
“Stfu Steve! I can’t fucking do this, can you help me, please!
“Aite, I got this. LEAVE!!!”
Moments later
“Yo Steve! It’s quarter to three. You done?
“Just about.”
As Rob come to inspect the work I’ve done.
“Very good, son. I don’t know how you get it so spotless, Steve.”
“It just takes time and focus; though its not easy
My dad taught me that. Time resolve, it a godly task.
We used to have the same candy. It was our glass.”