Customer's POV

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It's crazy how I can memorize this restaurant's menu,

from the choice of words in every pages and even this place's  venue.

I see nothing has change from the moment I walked inside,

it's the same food, the same seat, 

but the flowers on the table have died. 


I looked around even if I know what I will see,

I scanned every tables even if I know how many chairs there will be, 

I watched the kitchen door hoping for new meals on a new plate, 

who am I kidding? 

There's nothing new even if how long I wait. 


I'm always scared of the thought of something new, 

but having the same thing over and over again is horrifying,

no matter how much begging I do.



I'm now craving for a new seat, a much better one perhaps,

for this chair I'm sitting is a minute away to collapse,

I'm demanding a new food, maybe from a finer cuisine,

or maybe a michelin cook who will treat me as queen.



I am still sitting here, in the corner, waiting to be serve,

in a collapsing chair for the cheapest food cause maybe that's what I only deserve.

Disliking the menu is this restaurant's biggest nightmare,

and treating me as its VIP customer is a scene that is quite rare.


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⏰ Last updated: Sep 30, 2023 ⏰

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