In the red corner

Doesn’t wanna see the next day
As long as his hair and beard
Not shaved. Same old sweater.
Same old fading jeans. Same
Old scent. Same old bad luck
At the ATM. It keeps on telling
Him, but he refuses to believe
The statement. Customer service
Over the phone sucks. Press 1…
Press 2… press 3… press 4…
Press 5… Says he wants to drop
To the floor, caress the carpet
And plead with it for a miracle.
Every avenue has lined up like
A row of dominoes. He tells himself
Between puffs, sighs, and trembling hands–
A hill is a hill and a magnifying
Glass is only a magnifying glass.