Slime Patrol to the Dish room, Please

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Slime Patrol to the Dishroom,

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Slime Patrol to the Dish Room please.
Rant the loudspeaker with a demented static.
“Hell no:
We chanted in vain.

Nowhere to go
Nowhere to escape.

The ever-present smell
Of putrid rotting sweaty effervescent slime.

That's right
Slime, slime, slime, slime.

Is that all that there is?

Nothing, but Slime.

Ruled by slime Kings who run Slime Machines?
“Hell No, we won't go “
We chanted in vain

And we hook ourselves up
And entered the machine.

Slime Patrol to the Dish Room
The god damned slime
Leftovers

From the plates
Of the elite college kids.

Who ate in the cafeteria?
Never noticing the workers
Laboring behind in the kitchen.

For them we are nothing
For we are all nothing but slime molds
In the gross wheels of America's grease pit.

And they are the future masters
Of the universe
And we are their future slaves.

Working in the slime pits
To feed them with slime.

Hope they die
From ingesting the pink slime
In their corrupted food.

Until that day
We will do our duty
In the forgotten corners
Of the universe.

Nothing but Slime.



Write a story or poem about any kind of hard labor (physical, mental, emotional, etc.) you have done or observed - and its result.

Use EXPERIENCE as one of your genres.

based on a true story, I was a dishwasher in College cafeterias in the 70’s.