Just another stick in the mud,
Selling food till the day is done.

Hours and hours they see me wait,
Fake smile a while keeps them abate.

Barely time to eat my food,
Thirty minutes total, we all our tools.

Getting trained in the basics or so they are called,
A hair in the food could start a brawl.

Man up and eat it,
Can't **** you dumb ****.

But no, smile,
Give them a while.

I'm sorry I'll fix that.
I am a clone.