Employment: End Game

I. Hate. My. Job

Period.

With a fiery passion of a thousand suns.

They can’t pay me enough

To deal With these

Privileged 

Entitled 

Caffeine Addicts

Who have the audacity to have an attitude

With me, 

because their not a morning person.

But still they have a stamp 

From a nightclub

Fresh on their hand.

I couldn’t have more fucks to give.

I just make the coffee.

The power to switch night into day

Is out of my hands. 

Although, with their coffee

I’m Thanos; one snap

And every little order they made

Can turn to dust.

Along with my job

That I hate...

So I just stand behind the counter

With a big smile

And say;

“Would that complete your order?”

Sincerely yours,

Just Another Millennial