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The Waitress

Why even order the fries?
The milkshake or two?
Why sit there and pretend,
When you’ve got staring to do?

There’s a Gentleman’s coffee,
A whole two blocks away,
Lattés for cheap,
And ladies who play.

For if you look past the chest,
You’re likely to find,
That I’m more than a cup size,
My smile is divine.

I’ve got two kids to feed,
Student loans to pay,
Dinner to make,
Yet you sit here and play.

So look up you bastard,
Or it’s spit in your food,
Get your toddler of the floor,
And go get screwed.



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