Work (A challenge Poem)

I was so excited For my first day on the job I was working so hard Trying to handle the mob My boss there yelled at me ‘Cuz the pickles touched the lettuce I’ll tell you what I think… He had a mustard fetish! One day this lady came on in And she ordered a large fry I was shaking the salt on ‘em And I got some in his eye Man was I in trouble That got him really mad That is the time when He yelled at me in front of my dad I had to change the garbage cans Man was that disgusting Globs of ketchup and half chewed burgers All the crap that people fling It smelled so bad in this place I thought that I would die I tired to smile at the customers But I could barely say hi You know what’s worst of all? Is how much they pay my to do this A lousy 5 bucks an hour And finally I threw a hiss I marched to my bosses’ office And I pounded on that door I yelled, “Gimme some ‘more money…” “Or I won’t work here no more” My boss opened that thing up And man was he a chucklin’ He kicked me rite out that door Like a ‘lil baby ducklin’ He said, “What you thinking boy?” “You think yer better then everyone else?” “I think it’s best you get back to work…” “It would benefit your health” Man was I ever mad at him I was so disgraced So I hocked up a big logy And I spit it in his face I laughed at the wad sliding down And I tipped to him my hat Never did I say again “You want fries with that?Tehe. I'm not good at humor... but I thought I'd give it a try! What do you think? Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 03:02 PM PST   0 • 14