The mad waitresses met to eat of their own poison
With rusted bobby pins and overweight bouncers
Over a cup of muddy water; amphetamine drinks
The weathered added flavor with their own simulated storms
Winters are mild here in this controlled dorm
With bread shoes of scorn and mold
Their aching ankles faking the pauses
With cracking joints echoing through the halls
A dinnerware symphony took place
Forks tapped to glasses of water
Knives scraping across plates
As the spoons slapped together on knees
They were the neo-rednecks in urban huts
Curbing their emotions with hepatitis A
Cutting at the mutilated cow as blood splatters on face
Mad cow, mad cow dancing in its own waste
They forked each other like violent silk
Spooning in Crisco orgy baths
Running hands across searing skin just for a taste
A taste of the this now boiling paste
Across tables body fluids, draining waste
Decrepit beasts hoarding the house supply
In foreign crevices and misconceived haze
Laughing incessantly
Patrons held at bay
The only tame
Would shrug and shoulder the youth
Our eatery of distasteful mazes await
They crawl from their waste
Back to their stations
With backs cracking out aches
Before the establishment re-opens
© 2008 James Kelly Evans II
