Poetry: The Curse of Customer Service

(Masterpost)

The curse of customer service

This isn't a rant

But I am in a tent

I am away from city life

Trying to limit all the strife

Worst things are happening

But right now I'm the one crumbling

Believe it or not my reasons are clear

My workplace is something that I can no longer bear.

If one says that this place is dirty,

the following man behind him will add that its filthy.

Hell even the hobo's creepy and rude

I could swear the ugly had a thing for me.

Lines the length of anacondas

All of them becoming fattening pirahnas.

Ironic that we need you all

Because the lack of you would be our downfall.

Lines the length of anacondas

All of them becoming fattening pirahnas.

Ironic that we need you all

Because the lack of you would be our downfall.

Burgers, fries and drinks...

All in excess is dangerous, methinks.

If you do take it all once in a bit

You would have less fits.

If you said that your burger's plain and that's what I heard,

don't you come to complain or else I'll call you a turd.

When we say that we want you to come back soon,

What we're really waiting for is for pigs to jump over the moon.