“This Is My Donut”
The Creed of a US Worker
This is my donut.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My donut is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My donut, without me, is useless.
Without my donut, I am useless.
I must eat my donut true.
I must eat more than my coworker who is trying to eat them.
I must eat them before they eat me.
My donut and myself know that what counts in this war
is not the sprinkles we eat, the glaze of our yeast, nor the cake we frost.
We know that it is the donuts that count.
WE WILL EAT…
My donut is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts,
its ingredients, its toppings and its hole.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage
as I will ever guard my legs, my arms,
my eyes and my heart against damage.
I will keep my donut clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
Before Dunkin’, I swear this creed.
My donut and myself are the defenders of my workplace.
We are the masters of our tummy.
WE ARE THE SAVIORS OF MY FRIDAY.
So be it, until Dunkin’ Donuts is America’s
and there is no Krispy Kreme, but peace!