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In the Kitchen

Contributed by broken-glass on Sunday, 2nd May 2004 @ 01:43:56 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



How sad I have to slave away,
on this lovely sunny day,
just to earn a dime,
slow seems to go the time,
my hands soaked with slime,
trying to scrape away the grime.
Room is humid, can't take the stench,
feel like walking out the door.
Murky water in the sink,
my hand underneath trying to pull the plug
Clogged with lettuce, chicken too,
leftovers from the slaughtered stew.
Catch my reflection in a glass,
sweating/smiling-whats with this mask?
How degrading, what I'm made to do,
I feel like the dirt underneath my fingernails.
In front of me, another like me,
except with a filthy, exasperating manor.
Quiet saddening, spiteful snob.
Do you know how hard I find this job??
Here comes the chef, with the broom,
thank God this day is over soon!
He can tread on me as much as he wants
in the kitchen
is a very different place to the outside world.




Copyright © broken-glass ... [ 2004-05-02 13:43:56]
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Re: In the Kitchen (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 2nd May 2004 @ 01:48:43 PM AEST
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a dime? yeah umm you mean £90


Re: In the Kitchen (User Rating: 1 )
by dolly_dagger on Sunday, 2nd May 2004 @ 06:06:01 PM AEST
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lol isn't work fun?
xxx


Re: In the Kitchen (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 10:19:49 AM AEST
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lol, great write, i can relate with working in a kitchen all the time.But if you ever feel clogged...........THINK PAYCHECK!!!!! Andy




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