It's time to put the kibosh
On the beeotch at the kiosk.
She's been standing there all day,
Throwing shade in every way.
Her eye rolls? Sharp as glass.
Her comments? Full of sass.
She swipes the scanner, smirks, and scoffs—
Like she's the queen, and we're all lost.
But no more waiting in her line,
Pretending that her reign is fine.
Her attitude's a bitter brew—
We're through with her and her "who's who."
So here's the deal, let's make it clear:
We’ll put an end to her career.
No more sighs or looks that sting—
It's time to stop her beeotch-ing!
With a kibosh loud and fast,
Her reign of rudeness won't outlast.
The kiosk's peace will soon return,
And maybe now, we'll get our turn!
