Fast Food Hell
Everyday I am forced to sell,
Fast food in this fast food hell,
Greasy burgers with ingredients unknown,
I’m behind the grimy counter, all alone.
Little kids with whiny voices,
Line up for the kid meal choices,
Soccer moms with mini vans,
Men with ‘blackberries, “Look no hands! ”
Everyone from everywhere,
They all come to jeer and stare,
At I, the unfortunate employee,
Trapped in burger hell, and never free.
You hide your face in a book,
You dry your tears on the pages,
You hide away in your fairy tales,
And we don’t know how to find you.
You were alone, so very alone,
And we were there to guide you,
But you ran from the world,
And you hid in the pages,
Of your fairy tale books.
Mary, we miss you,
It’s time to come out now,
Time to show your face to the world,
Mary, we miss you, and we wish you,
The best of luck.