Poetry: The Curse of Customer Service
This
isn't a rant
But
I am in a tent
I
am away from city life
Trying
to limit all the strife
Worst
things are happening
But
right now I'm the one crumbling
Believe
it or not my reasons are clear
My
workplace is something that I can no longer bear.
If
one says that this place is dirty,
the
following man behind him will add that its filthy.
Hell
even the hobo's creepy and rude
I
could swear the ugly had a thing for me.
Lines
the length of anacondas
All
of them becoming fattening pirahnas.
Ironic
that we need you all
Because
the lack of you would be our downfall.
Lines
the length of anacondas
All
of them becoming fattening pirahnas.
Ironic
that we need you all
Because
the lack of you would be our downfall.
Burgers,
fries and drinks...
All
in excess is dangerous, methinks.
If
you do take it all once in a bit
You
would have less fits.
If
you said that your burger's plain and that's what I heard,
don't
you come to complain or else I'll call you a turd.
When
we say that we want you to come back soon,
What
we're really waiting for is for pigs to jump over the moon.
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