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Picture Credits: http://www.stolleart.com
4:00 clock in, start taking orders,
Spill a drink; listen to the boss yell.
The lady in stall 4 got the wrong burger.
My job is pure fast food hell.
What, was that sir? I can’t hear you.
You want sprite in your sundae? Gross!
$5.00 an hr and no tip, cheap skates,
Jerk, I should have spat on your toast.
Mop the floors, wash the dishes, do it all.
Car hop my ass, I’m a janitor on wheels.
People don’t even try to treat you like a human,
But I have to do it, for now it pays the bills.
They have no idea how hard my job is!
I’m just teenager, who can’t get it right.
8:30 clock out, thank you god,
I flip off the nearest car and call it a night.
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