Fast Food Zombie

I am a fast Food Zombie.
A hollow husk, no animae.
just plug me in, and point me to the tills,
I'll smile with no meaning, and speak words with no thoughts to people i don't care about.
I have no sense of humor, and no soul.
It's hanging in the back with my coat, next to the aprons.
My whole universe consists of
Appropriate behavior
Professionalism and
Do we have enough fries to last the night?
My vocabulary consists of
"Small, medium, or large?"
"It's no problem," And
"Have a nice day."
They usually respond with my echo.
Please. If i was having a good day...
..Would I be here?
I'm usually forced to give a dark chuckle at the thought of enjoying myself.
I have a vacuous smile on my face and the cosmos in my stare, but my thoughts are usually
"Don't you realize it's cheaper at McDonalds??"
i don't care what they save. I simply want them to eat elsewhere.
It's like overseeind a massive heard of three year olds,
Thousands upon thousands of head, appearing in different shapes and sizes.
I feed them, I seat them, And then I usually clean up after them.
Really.
Do I look like your mother?
I think not.
But what am I saying!
Think? Never! I can't think!
I willingly put on this ridiculous ensemble with an idiotic slash of red pollyesterat my neck -like a cheerily slit throat- so of course my mental process is called into question!
The shock on your face as I use a multi-syllable word is almost tangible.
Namely because I want to punch you so bad I can almost feel your cheek bone shatter beneath my fist.
Ah ...what is man with out dreams?
Tick tock
Watch the clock.
Tick tock
Hate the clock
Tick tock
God-damned clock!
Ask not for whom the clock ticks!
It ain't for thee!
Finally.
An eternity, compressed into six...endless hours,
Has passed.
Freedom.
Sweet joy.
Inhale that cleansing, carbon monoxide- filled air,
Sweeter than any nectar of the gods,
And make good your escape.
Exhilaration as your motorized chariot,
Or simply two, aching legs,
Carry you far away.
And you decide to stop in some place,
And be on the other side of the counter for a change.
Revelling in your freedom as you look at the Others, the Undead, the Drained, who have not yet been so fortunent.