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Hell, Fast Food Version
Contributed by
JayBryant
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Friday, 9th May 2008 @ 06:54:18 AM in AEST
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Working in the devils kitchen,
Blistering heat,
and popping oil of the fryers.
The devil lurking,
in the office watching you on his monitors.
The sickening smell,
of burnt chicken in the air.
Demons arriving early at dawn,
and in the darkness of midnight.
Making fiendish orders,
keeping the cursed souls forever busy.
Working in the devils kitchen
Copyright ©
JayBryant
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2008-05-09 06:54:18]
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Re: Hell, Fast Food Version
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by little_genna on
Wednesday, 31st December 2008 @ 11:22:45 PM AEST
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i dont work fast food but i do work in the food industry. I am a hostess at a chain place.. about to become a server.. shame on me lol
this is a wonderful little write even in the misery of working that kind of job,
thank you for sharing
Happy New Year
Gen xx |
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