Hello, May I help You?
Like I should care.
Your haughty attitude
is consuming the air.
What a cute baby.
Is that why they stare?
Or is it the screaming and
yelling they hear.
First it was one thing
then it was two.
I won't do
Your shopping for You.
How can I take this
day after day,
the ranting and raving
customer parade?
The customer is right,
was the old song and dance.
The customer is selfish,
is the new mantra chant.
Consumed by their greed
and inner turmoil
their rage they unleash
like a tessala coil.
They attack the associates
knowing full well,
they are on the clock
and can't reciprocate the hell.
How may I help you?
Why should I care?
I need that paycheck.
Wanna' pay my well-fare?
-----Alethea
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