I worked at Mc Donald's. A poem?

When I worked at Mc Donald's
I hate it, I hate it not
Every minute was an hour
Every hour was a day,

There were kids around every day,
Kids asking for Hello Kittys,
Kids asking for Winnie the Pooh.

People eat like pigs,
People are pigs, we are!
How can a person do this to a table?
Pigs, they were all pigs.

4 hours, 6 hours,
and them freedom
Sit down, no more kids,
No more Hello Kittys,
No more Pigs.