You're there in the little uniform making you look like the rest Twins have looked more different More individual Anyway, you're there in the little uniform infront of the till in a fast food joint With the customer guarantee on one shoulder and the manager on the other the parrot and the vulture what a pair! Anyway, you're there in you're little uniform infront of the till in a fast food joint in lunchtime rush hour and only two other tills on The place is in a riot Ever seen a Buffalo stampede? Trust me, this is worse Much worse Anyway, you're there in you're little uniform infront of the till in a fast food joint in lunchtime rush hour and only two other tills on and a barking manager who is as useless as hell thinking they're Gods gift God's gift is water and life not McShiteburgers Anyway, you're there and after all that all of that stress and repetition you think sod it go home put ya feet up and have a cold beer Cheers!
Reason for writing:
I work in a fast food joint. This is a piss take!
Birth sign: Leo
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