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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mcpoem.... Mcslavery
[time] => 2006-08-20 20:07:03
[hometext] => This poem explains my Experiece working at Mcdonalds here in the UK. i wrote this right after a hard days work, i have also tried to tackle racism issues as i prefer writing poetry with a purposive message. please enjoy
[bodytext] => Here I am getting ready for another day Another day at work Work is like a day out in a pointless war. No matter what you do no one gives you a pat on the back As the hierarchy goes up. The worse the attitude gets. Clocked in for a pathetic four pound an hour wage. YOU’RE FIVE MINUTES LATE! Bawls the floor manager who looks like a wounded general. Barney the Dinosaur, without the Smile Is back on his game I just ignore him like he doesn’t exist As they say silence is golden I wash my hands and step up into the war zone. The spatula is my weapon; I hold it like an assault rifle The heat is on because the grills are open. Shout comes through FOUR MACS, EIGHT REGULARS AND FOUR QUARTERS! My first mission AYE AYE GENERAL! I look around to find someone to help me out They’ve all clocked out It’s the sinking feeling; I am going to have a tough day. I wonder if the curry in my Tiffin is still warm Half way through the Macs manager calls out ‘Lets get it sorted ye!’ Thought comes to mind All this work and no play will make me dull one day. I shout out to the front that the food is ready. I struggle to the UHC, the tray is heavy. At the end of fifteen minutes its destination is the Red bin Just like most of us. SO MUCH FOR LETS GET IT SORTED! Why can’t we imagine a Big Mac with a curry? At the end of the meal we can both have a Mcflurry. I am sure we will work something out I assure you. Really you have nothing to worry. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 7 [informant] => crazyn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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