Food Slave

Food Slave

A Poem by jane7z

Food Slave
I am so tired
weary to my bones
this job of serving
slinging hash all day
just makes me want to run lol

People stare at me wondering where there food is
hungry and impatient
looking for the least slip up
my feet are aching
and my patience is gone
I am too old for this
I want to go home

but the greenbacks are calling
I need to pay the rent
the money I make in tips each day
is already spent
so keep those feet moving
and hot food out in a rush
coffee sodas shakes and pie
fries, ham and eggs and such

keep feeding the hungry people
they are my livelihood
god bless you dear customer
even when this food slave
feels misunderstood

© 2013 jane7z


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Added on December 2, 2013
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jane7z
jane7z

Denver, CO



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