Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.
So what silly notion has taken over today?
My brain works independently I don't have a say
I do draw the line
And start to whine
When my brain complains it's underpaid
So what silly notion has taken over today?
My brain works independently, I don't have a say
I do draw the line
And start to whine
When my brain complains it's seriously underpaid
So what silly notion has taken over today?
My brain works independently, I don't have a say
I do draw the line
And start to whine
When my brain tries to claim it's seriously underpaid
A Cry From a Server
We stand on our feet for 12 hours for you.
We provide you with delicious sustenance.
We support your industry and innovation at the cost of our physical health.
We rescue you from drug overdoses and alcohol abuse when locked up in the bathroom.
We put out fires when you have lit them.
We keep the floors clean and dry for you when the rain comes sweeping down.
We unclog toilets when you decide not to flush.
We accept abuse from those above us.
We are forced to be silent of your daily sexual harassment to us.
We sacrifice our happiness for you.
We spend more time on our knees praying than hugging our children.
We are uncertified therapists.
We are lost opportune artists.
We are filled with skills, abilities, and dreams.
With all that we do,
All that we serve,
You still don’t find us worthy of a living wage.
What more can we do?
What amount of pleas would be sufficient?
For you to think we’re good enough.
We are restaurant workers.
So what silly notion has taken over today?
My brain works independently, I don't have a say
I do draw the line
And start to whine
When my brain tries to claim it's seriously underpaid
© Jack Ellison 2015
As i awake with the sound of my alarm clock signal for another day. I get myself ready for
my overworked job in which i don't get enough pay.
Its not long before i pull myself together and get in to my car, and set off for a few mile's
down the road, it isn't very far.
I have arrived now, I'll just park at the other side of the gate, and begin my hard day
grafting in this place that i hate.
Firstly I'll gather up all my gear which i use to clean. Why is my boss giving me so many
orders, sometimes she can be so mean.
But I'll take the orders as i'm in no position to talk back. If i did it would probably result in
me getting the sack.
So i take her demands and i go and fetch the brush, if only i had a job that wasn't all rush,
rush, rush.
I have everything done now, all i have left to do is the floor. How i long to see that clock hit
half past four.
I left school at the wrong time if only i had stayed. As it has brought me to this kind of job,
so overworked and underpaid.
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