Pluspunten
- Working toilets - Close to places that aren't it - Multiple exits from which to run screaming
Minpunten
Sitting far back from the curb Within an industrial ‘burb Is a marketing group Of some ill-repute Whose stories you may not have heard Located such as they are, There’s plenty of spaces for cars, Free parking galore Belie what’s in store For employees who let down their guard Management, useless and dumb They smile like sharks smelling chum, With greedy dead eyes And effortless lies To keep the cogs under their thumb A talentless runt of man Who mutters of grandiose plans Will ply you with snacks And claps on the back While holding a surprise in his hand Remember how many were lost When Wrath King was suddenly boss Unleashed by the brass Maniacal hack Who gleefully picked who got tossed For many a welcome reprieve From stories too gross to believe They cheat and they laugh They screw their own staff You’ll welcome the imminent heave So read the reviews for yourself This place is a circle of Hell A cesspool, a sewer Of human manure A morally destitute shell