(Real World Poem) Service The Corporate American Way



Service, have you seen anything which resembling it today

Gas, coffee, morning biscuits, factory and office we slave

Ever receive a smile or a thank you for the work you did today

Drive ups for breakfast, and of course, wrong food, wrong change

Hope against hope, correct order you get, maybe one time in five



So many counters and windows your native tongue you seldom hear

Wishing for a smile or a kind word that might lighten your dark day

Receiving ignoring, frowns, cursing while on their phones they stay

Now unload and reload, give them your money, hurry through the line

Profane gestures and lip if perceived to be slowing their money train


Wally-World, when it comes to service taught the world how not to be

Employees catch all the garbage as it flows down from the Arkansas hills

At the bottom of the latter with smiles they throw it in their workers face

Take all your money make you pack your own order no time to count change

When they got all your money they snarl and hiss as they push you away


Home at last to enter your personal version of this earthly bliss

Kids ignore you, spouse flapping lips, hate received, no hi, no kiss

With the world outside their minds, full of hate, home at last, bliss

Now the cat pee’s on your feet, your dog takes a bite from your knee

Your Spouse demanding Supper before you set your briefcase down



After dishes to the basement to your kids hidden Colombian Gold

Aw the flower of our youth, before adult depression took its hold

Looks like Jose’ Cuervo, Colombian, and I have a late date tonight

Service, a six letter word with four letter Corporate hate by design

Our modern world, service is only given if you pay your all to play

Poor people aren’t even worth throwing their carcass’ in a grave

Only then government and the 1% quit pushing you out of their way