Posted 2:14 PM by Bonnie

Fast Food Girl: A comment made by Victoria to my previous blog reminded me of this poem I had written a few years back. It is about the wife of a friend of mine who works in the fast food industry and at the time worked at Wendy's.

Fast Food Girl
by Bonita Rivas

She serves up burgers and fries,
Fake smiles and happy lies,
“Would you like a drink?”
At least she doesn't have to think,
Just take the money, give back the change,
Don't worry if she's a little strange,
She serves up burgers and fries,
Fast food and happy lies.

She wipes the tables, washes trays,
Never has much to say,
Ask her opinion she doesn’t know,
"Is that for here, or do you want it to go?"
That's what you get from a fast food girl,
She lives in her own little world,
Serving up burgers and fries,
Fake smiles and happy lies.

She sweeps the floor, gets out the mop,
Cleans up other peoples slop,
Her hours change from day to day,
She doesn't care, just collects her pay.
She knows in her heart there's so much more,
Says goodnight as she walks out the door,
Goes home smelling of burgers and fries,
Serves fake smiles and happy lies.