Dark Thoughts

McDonald's... Continued

Hurry faster, they all say
Hurry faster, join the fray
If you go to slow you see
You'll be fired ungraciously

What do I have to say to you?
Fire me please! I insist you do.
I do my best there's no contest
But I am doomed to fail at best.

They all insist "just a rinse"
The greasy dishes get a mist
But when I try and do my best
"Hurry up" your bad at best

It seems they have let it be
Quantity over quality
I'm tired of my useless job
It makes me hate myself a lot

I just want to be free
Of all my responsibilities
I try to pretend it doesnt hurt
But I begin to question my worth

I guess my best is not enough
I guess life is just to tough
I try my best just to succeed
But their hearts are full of greed

They send me home to make a point
But now they will struggle to go on
I wish that they would just come out
And say they don't want me about

If you want me gone just say the word
To you I will never again be heard
I will be just like the wind
Leaving you without a hint

I somehow just don't understand
I did a few things wrong but can
I really be fired just for that?
I forgot my gloves and my hat

Managers are one glove on
Some of them are glovless ones
So, no gloves I wear that day
And then the owner comes to pay

They yell at me and utter curses
Then a threat thats weirdly worded
"You're lucky you're not fired," she says
Another manager nods his head

Why won't you just fire me?
Instead of all this bullying
And though you may not see
What you are doing to me

I still feel it deep inside
The pain I feel, my injured pride
None of you were wearing gloves
You didn't care until he pulled up

Then you had someone to blame
You had someone with a name
No warning did you give to me
That he may have been coming

If I'm hated let me know
If im bad just let me go
Don't be afraid to make a show
Don't run me like a garden hose

Not once did I complain to you
About the issues I've incrued
Im tired of the words being used
The glances that I get from you

You change the times that I must work
Overtime without a word
Thoughtful and considerate
I do my best to finish it

But no praises do I get
Just to "hurry up" with it
Which is fine, I don't need praise
But must you slander my good name?

It's not like my ultimate goal
Is to go slow and slow your roll
I do my best to go fast
But my fast appears to be last

I wasn't a problem in the past,
Or is it that they didn't chat
To me about the things they hate
Why must they discriminate

Why have I stayed here this long
I think I'm done with being wrong
When in other jobs I must be right
No jerks who hate me come to light.

I think it's time for me to go
Sayonara, au revoir
Soon I will be long gone
So one last time I say adieu

Mcdonalds workers filled with blues.