washing dishes in college reflections |
Slime Patrol to the Dishroom, 33 lines Slime Patrol to the Dish Room please. Rant the loudspeaker with a demented static. “Hell no: We chanted in vain. Nowhere to go Nowhere to escape. The ever-present smell Of putrid rotting sweaty effervescent slime. That's right Slime, slime, slime, slime. Is that all that there is? Nothing, but Slime. Ruled by slime Kings who run Slime Machines? “Hell No, we won't go “ We chanted in vain And we hook ourselves up And entered the machine. Slime Patrol to the Dish Room The god damned slime Leftovers From the plates Of the elite college kids. Who ate in the cafeteria? Never noticing the workers Laboring behind in the kitchen. For them we are nothing For we are all nothing but slime molds In the gross wheels of America's grease pit. And they are the future masters Of the universe And we are their future slaves. Working in the slime pits To feed them with slime. Hope they die From ingesting the pink slime In their corrupted food. Until that day We will do our duty In the forgotten corners Of the universe. Nothing but Slime. Write a story or poem about any kind of hard labor (physical, mental, emotional, etc.) you have done or observed - and its result. Use EXPERIENCE as one of your genres. based on a true story, I was a dishwasher in College cafeterias in the 70’s. |