Sunday, December 8, 2019

i am the restaurant and the restaurant is me part 1,000,000

muttering while gliding
through the restaurant
back to work
says boss, like a mad dad
his stale breath
a very unbecoming harmony
to the scold
berated for not calling the delivery driver on time
for the catering order i wasn't told about
dad leaves no choice
but for us to rebel
security cameras in every corner
we've halfway installed
in our own heads
but goof off anyways
come in on my day off
to pick up a sandwich
no food in my own fridge
or servitude?