Scenes from a Fast Food Restaurant

There’s stillness in the room, an eerie calm.
The stifling air, the thick, oppressive heat.
A nervous sweat develops in your palm,
A dangerous, greasy film beneath your feet.

When high noon strikes it opens up the dam,
Relentless flooding waters start to pool.
A weary mother hunched over a pram,
Some mouthy teens who should still be at school.

A barking voice, a million orders fly,
Hot oil sprays fiery kisses on your hands.
You focus on the food you need to fry,
Try to avoid your boss’s reprimands.

Incessant timers chirping in the fray.
It’s going to be a bloody long day.