You are the scourge of the earth; the black plague seems nicer than you.
You put on a facade on your restaurant.
You act as if you are the mayor of the town, saying hi to everyone who enters,
Pretending to give people deals by cutting off a dollar
When really, you are already overcharging by six.
Commanding people around like you are royal Queen of England herself.
All your yelling to get stuff done is secretly a tact, because then
You yourself do none of the work.
You are a snake, trying to make life as easy as possible for you alone.
I have seen the furniture move more often than you.
The paintings on the walls watch me, snickering, as I’m forced to sweep again and again
I am Cinderella and you are my evil stepmother, oh how I loathe you so.
I could deal with all this. It was the thievery I could not.
Every week, every day, less and less pay would come my way.
Then when I try to bring up the injustices
You yell in my face, embarrassing me by calling me a liar.
But all the employees know
You’re in the wrong and it definitely shows.
That’s why I up and left, leaving with the leaves
As in came the snow.