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I got a job

To make some cash

But little did I know

How great it would be

To work joyous long hours

So late at night

And cleaning the dazzling vomit

That spouted from those little monsters

That ate too much popcorn

And oh! When the customers yell

That the tickets are too slow

And the popcorn isn't popped

At the exact moment they are supposed to be done

I just can't wait

Until the oil spills

And stains a glorious yellow blob

On my crisp white shirt

And who can forget when

The magical experience

When the icee machine explodes

And my shirt becomes tie dyed

With red and blue stains

I love to burn my hand

For the customers pleasure

Of having mounds of artificial orangeness

On their large plate of crunchy nacho chips

And the happy happy customers

Make me want to jump and dance

With each encouraging scream

Little do they know

How much I truly love

To serve them snacks

So they can leave their

Garbage in the theatre

So they can spill their mega tub of popcorn

And spill over their full icee cup

I can not wait to work this Friday!