Ode To A Minimum-Wage Employee

Popped in for a coffee to go
I could see your eyes soft and glistening
Sweet angel, don't despair
The stars really are listening

You can't afford high-speed access
Much less wireless
But your efforts are so pure,
True and tireless

They tell you the customer is always right
When we both know they are almost always wrong
The bell will toll for thee, exiled princess
And you will be singing the best song

While the masses complain about cold coffee,
For eight-dollars an hour, you force an apologetic smile
Don't worry, pretty baby
There are rewards at the end of that extra mile

Keep your chin up and your head nobly high
Your true destiny lies beyond this greasy pit stop
For this is no lie,
You are the true hero and you're headed to the top