...
welcome to the word café!
i am your waiter who will be serving you today,
although i am quite impatient-- so tell me quick!
-- what can i get you started with today?
anything to imbibe?
...
unfortunately--
sorry, i don't know what to say,
please don't look at me with dismay!
spare me the diatribe,
because i'm afraid...
we don't serve chardonnay
...
oh, you'll just have the water -- no ice?
thanks for understanding, i'll be back with your drinks
...
waters for the table,
and because you've been so nice,
i'll give you some advice:
take a second to think,
and for your entrée...
just don't order the rice.
...
word salad for the ladies,
word sandwiches for the gents
did i miss anyone?
alright, enjoy, dig in!
...
here comes the cheque
i hope you weren't looking for freebies,
i'm not a fan of unpaid fees--
i'm sure you know i've got to pay rent
dear lord! a table of influencers?
who stuck me with these crazies?!
please get me the manager, someone
i thought this job listing was for a librarian
i'm tired of waiting, my patience runs thin
that's it! i quit!
i'm already done.
...
(un)dear manager,
please find below my two-week's notice.
i am trying to gobble up this life
faster than it has time to rot in strife
fate serves me with a heavy hand,
fattening me for slaughter on-demand
my visions are half-baked,
resolve thinned
bones whittled
you see me now
& i shrink to little
a single bite i savored
of this life, so flavored
though, i guess...
it might have been somewhat of
a large one
YOU ARE READING
LOCUS AMOENUS
Poetrywhere wanderlust and a well-travelled writer dance to the ever-fickle tune of vicarious words
