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Paul mislabeled some of the pork.
He had marked them as beef petite sirloins.

His boss had to write him up and give
a verbal warning for the violation.

That kind of mistake could be deadly if
a customer has pork allergies. Plus,
there is a two dollar difference in price.

After Paul was informed of this
he went back to the cutting board.

Ten headless Cornish game hens stared
at their undertaker;
his heart just wasn’t into it
anymore.

Paul’s fingers were not in gloves.
Between skin and nail
the red of blood mixed
with dirt and bone.