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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
The pitfall of dreaming of a business with friends. (Sorry this is not meant to offend, so if it not edited properly I will change more. My appologies.) A dream opportunity A manager trained Friends wanting to work A college town with pizza and beer An investment in h Arm twisting perfect opportunity No way to lose money Old equipment leased in limbo New ones had to be bought Painted to open the door Changes made on accountability Manager does not like record ability Owner prevails in record keeping Things go good but costs still too high Resisted changes had to be made Manager called, cook quit Refused to work by herself Tried to get her to bring someone in But she left anyhow Saying she quit because of the work Does not figure Picked up the keys Her son came in on schedule We worked to open up Had a good day considering She came back a week later Wanted her job back Told her she gave up on me That now she had no pay She still visits to complain How thing where so much better And inflates my customers with stories Of how I abused the place Had someone in mind when I bought it To maybe turn it over to her She became friend of my ex manager The poison of wrong practices Caught her in credit card fraud Had to let my heart go How does that figure Still see my love Especially when needing something Like making sure she is alright In her pitfalls For I am still her pair of crutches My ex manager friendship stopped As soon as the job did The bond of friendship went up in smoke When someone else working used the back door Tried to take possession of my soul Pretty sure who it was for they liked tie die They took a piece of my heart out the door But somehow forgot to pick it up So now no one can use the back door And my stomach suffers heart burn Had someone I treated like a son Worked with him to try to manage himself But the poison of others soon came to him Left on a trip into heaven Came back for more h He told a customer Who happened to work on the strip That he would spit in her meal Had a dozen customer confirm his stupidity Good bye dear friend Your loss not mine Still hanging on trying to pay the taxes On a futile dream with too many friends As I sink into a hole that keeps heating up The employees keep mounting up As the excuses keep going to print I will probably lose it And my heart will crack And all my friends will tell me On my death bed of opportunity Told you so Oh by the way I need a favor Email me at [email protected] D.Lester Young (05/03/02) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012 [This message has been edited by D.Lester Young (05-03-2002 05:30 PM).] |
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Elan Member
since 2002-05-03
Posts 382State of Wide Eye |
There are those that will always be asking for a handout... |
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