

Being a ServerBeing A ServerBeing a Server
Im a server and I love my job I smile when customers pester me,
Pester me for more refills,
For they have been blessed with an extra bladder.
Children running around the restaurant,
While their parents are engaged in mindless chatter,
Is such a joyous scene for me,
As I carry trays of hot dishes.
Wheres our meal?-- a customer asks.
Im in a hurry, I need my food now! This meal is too expensive. Im calling the cops.
Oh, it just brightens up my busy shift.
My


A Locket A LocketA Locket
Alone, it lays there,
Upon the dust-ridden table.
It glows against the twilight of the night, As if it were a chandelier,
Hanging above an evening of enchantment.
A floral design, encrypted on the heart,
A design of ancient pottery--- Immortal.
The silk-like chain hanging to the heart,
The fabric of time. &n


This PoemThis poem is lame;This poem is strange. It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.This Poem
This poem is red; This poem is green. This poem is all of the colours not in-between.
Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g. It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.
Why are you reading?; Why don't you write? Why not put pen to paper; Make it dark!; Make it bright!
Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I
And you're sitting right next to...BLEh WHY WOn"T YOU LEAVE
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SMELL MY FACE.
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