raped... a fool's lament

my frantic heart pounding,
the desperate need to convey to the face,
the burning throat, the aching throat, the
swelled throat didnt help the matter.

watered to the brimmed, i turned them
to look at the face as speech failed me.
alas he understood
with my notion he brought writing tools.

*couldnt speak, no sound* coarsely
written in their language,
to which he replied
*i understand, but this is work
& we must all adhere to the work ethic*
little did he know that
the wages for the last few days
would be delivered to the hospital,
pharmacy that provided my treatment.

was the work ethic worth more than the employees?
coming to that, where do i stand as a part timer?
but that was soon answered
as he again spoke, *take tomorrow off,
i shall call u tomorrow for the shift the day after*
& that plastic japanese grin i m all so familiar with.

with that i sped off to retrieve my ride home.
all the way, feeling used & raped
off my last thread of pride as i replayed that scene,
so desperate to appeal my case but couldnt,
so crystal clear of my practical worth,
& a growing detest for this establishment
with all the being in it.

but all this is bygone
i hope.
&
i shall not return.

so farewell Beppu Wan Royal Hotel,
goodbye. &
may we never have to cross paths ever again.