A poem about work.

April 6, 2016 § Leave a comment

To anyone who works in the catering industry. Or any other industry that this may inspire.

On the one hand, they are so nice
On the other, they make it difficult
To be part of a world of false smiles
And distasteful discomfort, when something fails to go their way

Money has changed hands and
Forgive me if I’m mistaken but
This seems to be the ultimate contract for total compliance
To their own personal wishes in spite of whatever
Other humans may stand in between
Them and their desire for total satisfaction

And, if possible, partial reimbursement
At the end of the whole ordeal.

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