(Real World Poem) Service The Corporate American Way

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

 

Service The Corporate American Way

 

Service, have you seen anything resembling it today

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

Ever receive a smile or a thank you for your work today

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

Hope against hope, correct order maybe one time in five

So many counters your native tongue you will seldom hear

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

Receiving ignoring, frowns, cursing while on their phones instead

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 Arkansas hills

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

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

They got all your money they snarl and hiss then push you out of the way

 

Home at last to enter your personal version of bliss

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

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

Your cat pee’s on your feet, your dog takes a bite out of your knee

To the basement to your kids hidden Colombian Gold

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

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

 

Service, a six letter word with four letter Corporate distaste

Our modern world, service 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 sight

Like Trump at NATO pushing the Prime Minister out of His place