Ugh.
Every day it's always the same.
Repeating the process is always so lame.
I get dressed in the same uniform,
hat and all, can't we deviate from the norm?
Dread fills my soul,
arches made of gold,
a place where great, quality food is sold.
"Park in the back, side lots are for customers to take."
Oh, give me a break,
it's way too cold for this.
I walk to the back,
the searing meat, accompanied by a hiss.
"Drop a basket of McChicken!"
"We need some nuggets!"
"Who didn't clean the grill?"
"Shawn, drop some quarter meat!"
Are you serious?
Could no one think of a better system?
I could, let me list them.
Keep everything in a nice, neat order,
cut our stress much shorter.
Ow!
Something so simple I forgot!
Who could forget, the grill is hot!
My poor thumb,
how could I be so dumb?
Must've been hours, how long have I been here?
Oh dear, it's only been five minutes.
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PoésieI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...