Food SlaveA 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 Last Updated on December 2, 2013 Authorjane7zDenver, COAboutI enjoy writing especially poetry as it allows to express the essence of who I am and my experiences in a very creative way whether it's considered "good" or "bad." In the last years of writing I have.. more..Writing
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