I cant wait
For the amount of disdain
I have is paramount too
A volcano about to erupt
a year of pent up emotions

I'm a peacock
And you got to let me fly
And bob evans is holding me down
So i must quit

to keep my sanity

There will be no more flipping patties for me
No More making 30 pounds of bacon in the morning
no more making hundreds of pancakes a day
Or hundreds of eggs

No more Dealing with dumb servers
No more Tickets being spewed out
from the Printer
No more of that sound the printer makes
No more cleaning the grills or washing of dishes

Like i said i cant wait
To quit bob evans
I hate that place.