Fast Food Follies
Another day of work
begins at 6 and ends at 2
could be dead, could be busy
don't know for sure
everyday is different from the last
fast food is unpredictable
guess I'll have to wait and see
how busy we're going to be
I'll count down the minutes til I get to leave
just to do it all over again on Friday at 4.
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