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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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Paul Ryerson

I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Deeply personal retail work experience; minimal abstraction or philosophical depth.

SparseMeasureDense

Rapid-fire complaints and grievances; multiple distinct frustrations per 10 lines.

DarkSentimentBright

Overwhelmingly negative; describes work as 'God-Awful miserable living hell.'

StillEnergyExplosive

High-intensity voice; urgent questions, exclamation marks, confrontational tone throughout.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 40 lines; falls in 31-60 range.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Minimal figures; simile 'like children' and personification of 'grind'; mostly declarative.

LyricVoiceDramatic

Lyric internal monologue; some direct address to groups but primarily introspective complaint.

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