Fast Food Slave

A line has formed

Of honking cars

Wanting and needing

Everything and Anything

That you can give

You have to be nice

And smile while

They are mean and demanding

Destroying the last shred of

Dignity and Self Esteem

You have left inside of your soul

As this line has formed

Your manager yells in your ear

“Your too slow, go faster!

Can’t you see the timer?”

Can’t you see that I am

Doing the best that I can…

So many screams pass

Through my ears and all

I can hear is the little voice

Inside that begs for me to walk away,

To walk away from being

A Fast Food Slave

Again I came up with this at work while my manger stood over my shoulder asking me what I was doing and why I wasn’t pre-closing…

Yawn, well I just got home from a nine hour shift; I’m going to sleep to wake up and do it all over again. Yah.

Bai.

Noebody- Frankie Kali