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Posted: February 15, 2009 Filed under: Uncategorized 2 Comments »
Greeted
Aroma of sweat
Grease
Cheap salad dressing
Again
Another day
Another desperate employee
Begging
Don’t fire me
Fire him
And I say
Less and less people
Pass through those golden arches
I have to cut back
Sorry
They cry
They sob
They walk out
And I
I cry
Why does a manager
Have such a hard job
At least I am not the one
Who poisons the customers
Makes them fatter
And makes them come back for more
No
I just take their money.
[poem by up and coming poet whom I admire who asked to remain anonymous]
Very Good!!!!!
Excellent! Too bad it’s true.