Dead End--poem

[jadedbade]

Dead End

I quit in the end; I wasn’t fired
like so many others before me.
I was exhausted and so very tired,
but in the end I wasn’t thrown out; I left Hell willingly.

Like so many others before me,
I condemned myself.
But I wasn’t thrown out.  I left Hell willingly,
for who wouldn’t cringe from the devil himself?

I condemned myself
by passing through those golden arches, nay, the gates of Hell.
The devil himself
cringed as the gate fell,

the sound echoing past those golden arches, those gates of Hell.
I watched as another innocent soul passed through those doors.
Cringing as the gates fell,
I returned to mopping the floors.

I watched as another innocent soul passed through those doors
hoping for a Big Mac meal, Super Sized.
I returned to mopping the floors,
wondering if they’ve realized

that the Big Mac meal (Super Sized)
might be their last.
I wonder if they’ve realized
that their chance at redemption has passed.

It might have been the last
time they entered this establishment,
for their chance at redemption passed

as soon as they added that extra condiment.

They entered this establishment,
with its over-done decor, hoping for a satisfying meal
but as soon as they added that extra condiment,
I knew they would soon keel

over; done.  Their hope of a satisfying meal
Unfulfilled.  The meal had been anything but satisfying.
I knew that they would soon keel
over, but I said nothing, only watched as they sat there slowly dying,

Their lives unfulfilled; their last meal having been anything but satisfying.
I was exhausted and so very tired
of it all, but I said nothing--only watched as they sat there slowly dying.
I quit in the end.

Poem based off of the in-class exercise “____as____”.  Was originally “McDonalds as Hell”.