Welcome to Yellow Arches hell
just leave your dreams here, by the door.
And bid your dignity farewell,
'cause you won't need it anymore.
The pennies trickle down to you,
but all the pounds, they stay with us.
Minimum wage for faceless crew,
to keep our profits high enough
that we can cut down all the trees
(Our many cows need space to live).
We'll fill your kids with grease and cheese,
and with one Big Mac you'll forgive
our crimes against humanity,
against the earth, against the free.
Who cares about morality,
as long as we make our money?
We'll crush your hope, and break your will.
You'll suffer for us, that's the key
Now burn your hand upon our grill,
be hurt by the machinery
that steadily enslaves those who
have already sold their time to
these demon Yellow Arches who
want not just that, but their souls too.
You'll stink of grease, and burning cow
but showering won't kill the smell
of selling out, you're stuck here now
This is your Yellow Arches Hell.
Author notes
I work part time at McDonalds, and, as someone with anti-capitalist opinions, I fucking hate it. But it just about pays the bills I need paying while I'm at universtiy.
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Comments
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WOW, you sure make McDonald's seem evil! o.0
Nice write; the rhyme NEVER seemed forced, it flowed well, and was definitely interesting and creative. Thanks for entering, and good luck!
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woo that is awesome!
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Wow i liek this its very well written and my favorite part was when you said "The pennies trickle down to you,
but all the pounds, they stay with us.
Minimum wage for faceless crew,
to keep our profits high enough
that we can cut down all the trees
(Our many cows need space to live).
We'll fill your kids with grease and cheese,
and with one Big Mac you'll forgive" thanks for entering my contest i wish you the best of luck.
..<3..
Shelly -
Wow, a nicely done statement. I am happy to say that I havent darkened the doorstep of the golden arches since I became a vegetarian several years ago. I worked in fast food for years so I feel your pain
I enjoyed your poem. thanks for entering it. -
I worked at McDonald's 9-10 years ago for a total of 2 days. The first day they locked me in the restaurant, and not just the restaurant but a pitch-black restroom. They didn't do it on purpose, they just forgot I was there. So, I had to break down that door because 1. it was "pitch-black", and 2. I'm claustrophobic so breaking the door, or anything really was inevitable, for those who are like that do anything they can to get out of those situations. 3. I was locked in the restaurant because the one I worked at was locked from the inside, like a bank. And, if you didn't have a key, you couldn't get out. So, it was either break the window, or trip the alarm. (phones didn't work for some reason -- part of the security system or something?) I tripped the alarm. 2 minutes later the place was surrounded by police officers; those who knew me from my past were either annoyed, or really wanting to arrest me .. but then the manager came back, and said "I knew I forgot something." and called them off. The owner of that restaurant actually tried to charge me for the door. I told her to fuck herself, and I quit. I told her she could bill me but I'd use the bill as firewood. (which is ironic because I don't have a fireplace)
Oh, and top it all off, that particular restaurant had a habit of picking wrapped food off the floor, and handing it to the customers. That was another reason as to why I quit. The rest I could have forgave if they didn't try to charge me for their idiocy.
I didn't go back to that McDonald's for 4 years, and though I do go back, I only get French Fries (with mayo). That's it.
Ah, memories. If only you could forget them. There's always old age or alcoholism.
Oh, um, good poem that you have written here.
-Nam
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lol...this has soo many emotions, its awesome
great job and good luck
thanks for entering
hope you get a better job
stephanie -
The poem was interesting and well thought out. I do understand the issues you talk about. Nonetheless, I do eat there from time to time as it is quick. Good luck in the contest.
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Sorry to hear that sweety. I dont work at the golden arches but i do work at another restuarant and i TOTALLY understand how you feel. Great job.
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I worked there too. Great write. last 4 lines are a great end to the work. desparation and lonliness of working there kills your soul. i dont work much better places now to pay me through university. but its a great write on both a harsh subject and a hard job. great work.
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I hate macdonalds
I never worked there, but still I know exactly how they work... would hate to have a job there myself, but I commend you for sticking it out, at least your getting bills paid then you can get your dream job at the end of uni.
As for the poem it's self, you had some powerful lines there, very good portrayal of emotions and opinions. I saw no errors your words captivated me so much that I wasn't even looking anyways.
good luck in the contest.
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