You're Killing Me!
How many more customers are going to come into the store?
I get out at five and it's only a quarter to four
The manager has been on a conference call for over an hour
I am left to deal with all of the customers because I am a bottom feeder with no power
On my night shifts, I once again find myself dealing with the customers all alone
It's because the shift leaders always have to go outside for a smoke
I am not expecting too much from you guys, I know you have your limits
But could there be just one time, where you could more than just the bare minimum?
The customers are nothing but abusive and all they do is scream and shout
The company does not have any security to throw these people out
To listen to these customers rant and rave has become unbearable
They have no redeeming qualities as human beings and their demeanor is terrible
If you don't give the customer what they want, they will just go over your head
I have explained the policies to them but it's clear they haven't heard a word I said
Maybe you people wouldn't knock things over if you would just watch your step
You customers are like children and I am always cleaning up your mess
The marrket manager is always yelling at us for a lack of effort and our overall slowness
He is very angry at us because there is a chance that he won't get his bonus
The corporate office and regional office are out of touch and clueless
Don't even bother telling them anything because they are all totally useless
Every day is a grind, it's a God-Awful miserable living hell
That is what you are in for when you work in retail
To corporate, managaement, the customers and my fellow employees
I have a message for all of you, You're Killing Me!
From Rhymes With A Reason
Copyright 2018 Resisting Distress Publishing
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Deeply personal retail work experience; minimal abstraction or philosophical depth.
Rapid-fire complaints and grievances; multiple distinct frustrations per 10 lines.
Overwhelmingly negative; describes work as 'God-Awful miserable living hell.'
High-intensity voice; urgent questions, exclamation marks, confrontational tone throughout.
Approximately 40 lines; falls in 31-60 range.
Minimal figures; simile 'like children' and personification of 'grind'; mostly declarative.
Lyric internal monologue; some direct address to groups but primarily introspective complaint.
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