restaurant

Making Fries

One winter, I worked at McDonald’s

where I made fries, after fries,

after fries, after fries, after fries.

The most exciting things that happened

was when the coatroom caught on fire.

We got to go home early and

I got a new outfit out of the deal.

And there was the time a drug addict

was kicked out of the dining room

for bad behavior and then he returned later

and jumped through the plate glass window.

We got to go home early that day, too.

Other than that I made fries, after fries,

after fries, after fries, after fries.