College Job
Five dollars on average pays
for a McDonnalds value meal.
Costs little in comparison to
other fast food chains.
I think about this as the
drawer - clunks
open - close and
blue painted chipped
polished nails scrape
against the plastic.
Giving a nickel a penny.
Even my mind is
corporatized here.
Commercialized brain waves,
I'm trained.
I smile that cute big smile,
waitress and bartenders
have it.
I don't know why without
the chance of tips
I even bother with it,
You're meal ( if large sized)
pays more than my hour.
Tell this to the people in their
new SUV's, Isuzus,
suburban sedans.
Twingy eyed from waiting
during dinner.
Tight lips, pursed prisses,
mini vans with screaming hoards
A multitude of lined
and organized confusion.
The beeping and ringing go
off again, damn
the collaborated, machinated,
soda.... Ok, I mean Pop
machine is sticking, cranking,
turning---
EEEEHHH ,EEHHHH , EEHHH
Minimun wage,
It resonants repeatedly
boiling in grease inside
and out.
Beeping and burns
Smiles and Thank yous.
False family financing,
no better than Disney,
damn maybe they are
already Disney.
Copyright © Meghan Marshall | Year Posted 2007
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