Posts Tagged ‘kfc

30
Nov
09

There’s Low-paid Then There’s Low Class

Did you ever notice how a low-class woman, once she blows up a little-
And I mean real low class like
Giving her daughter a stripper name like “Tigre”
Or turning over everybody’s stuff to see where it’s made-
Enjoys displaying her smart new status by being positively rude to The Help?
“Excuse us,” she pushes past the worker at KFC.
She’d rather plunk her emptied tray onto the table nearest her than walk four feet.
Well now, what were you thinking?
It’s that girl’s job to put that tray away.
It’s not the customer who gets paid for that.
Not that she stays home all the time and does nothing cuz she doesn’t.
She works two days a week and that’s surely pitching in.
It’s not a serving job like this but she did her time.
Besides, what’s the point of marrying up if you still have to bust your ass?
And after all, she did not pay $75 for a full set of acrylics-
And she really should go back to that Korean bitch um girl
And make her fix that pinky because you can’t tell her it should have chipped after only three days-
Just in order to get some stranger’s dirt all up under them.
You clean up after your family but that’s different because you know them;
I mean you love them and you know where they’ve been.
That mousy-haired girl over there though, working here, dealing with the trash;
Who knows what kind of things she’s exposed to?

27
Nov
09

Happy Thanksgiving

It used to be a day about family
And food,
Gettin’ dressed up to make our journey,
To Grandma’s without snow,
Over the river and through the wood.

Now my folks fight over turkey
And they badger me;
A six-pack of faux beer and
Some KFC
For just me and the cat
Is starting to sound mighty good.