He watches face pressed to the window
hunger pains hurting his stomach
watching them flick the burgers
right into the plastic bin
They don't care for the hungry outside
the homeless the down and outs and starving
their Company tells only to sell
the rest are consigned to the bins
Been told it's company policy
yet I think it's a ****** travesty
such a waste of edible fast food
I wish their was something I could do
Maybe a poem or two
about my burger bar blues
that's about all
I can really do
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
He watches face pressed to the window
hunger pains hurting his stomach
watching them flick the burgers
right into the plastic bin
They don't care for the hungry outside
the homeless the down and outs and starving
their Company tells only to sell
the rest are consigned to the bins
Been told it's company policy
yet I think it's a ****** travesty
such a waste of edible fast food
I wish their was something I could do
Maybe a poem or two
about my burger bar blues
that's about all
I can really do
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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