Please don’t ask me another question I don’t know the answer to,
Why do they continue to schedule me on Sundays after I said no Sundays,
Seven days a week nonstop,
Order after order, table after table, person after person,
All lifeless and dull on the inside and smiles on the outside,
Old ladies in tall church hats,
Hungover teenagers,
Nerds who spent the past 48 hours gaming and decided to come out and get a tan,
Here comes someone else with another question,
The egotistical dick head who demands all the attention...i’m pretty sure he has no balls,
I never met someone so on edge at breakfast..maybe his wife beats him,
I haven’t shaved in days because this bullshit paying job has taken all of me,
All of my time,
All of my sleep,
All of my energy,
Fuck my life,
My wife left me and took the kids so one less reason to shave,
I walked into a eviction notice the other night, a better reason to spend all my time at work,
Just take a fucking seat and leave me alone,
I wish this lady would stop her baby from crying before I walk up to her and strangle the both of them,
I could use a stress relief,
I could use a break,
Fuck my life,
No Karen i'm not answering the got damn phone because i’m not customer service,
I’m barely a coffee waiter,
And hell no to giving an extra hand cleaning the bathroom,
....Randy my fucking boss,
Fuck you man...fuck you!
I want to grab him by the neck every time he walks bye,
Look at him with his high water ass pants trimmed to damn high,
His shirt buttoned all the way up to his neck choking the circulation from his brain,
Fucking stupid napoleon dynamite haircut,
That same coffee stain on his shirt from the last time I bumped him on purpose to spill hot coffee on him,
I try and do that every Sunday he schedules me after I told him in my interview I don’t work Sundays,
Yes life could be worse,
I just don’t want a job I have to force,
I reach down into my pocket and gather some lint balls and dust and throw it in the air to light up my own fairy tale on 11/11 at 11:11,
Maybe that will give me a piece of heaven for once,
Just once,
Until then FML,
I pay random women to come have sex with me,
Sometimes trans women, sometimes hookers,
Literally to fuck me because I don't have the drive like I used to,
Nor do I have the energy to waste any limb besides my dick standing up when it wants to,
I may even go to the strip club every now and then to have some barely nineteen year old grind on my pants until they hit the floor,
Please Ms. Kitty grind all the sorrows off my pants and on to the next guys,
This is what my life has become,
A numb dark hole that repeats itself until my time comes,
Serving coffee during the day and praying for an std at night,
At least a doctors note will give me a day off from work,
My name tag has now changed from lost soul frappe,
To reaper of the coffee beans,
Killer creamer,
Suicide lemons,
And one dazed doughnut...
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