What Could You Do?

I worked as a waitress before, so many years ago that it just so happened 

That I forgot why I left 

But I couldn’t continue living off of the air after my unemployment had run out 

And after searching high and low I remembered why I no longer worked as a waitress

It just wasn’t my thing 

I didn’t care to rub boiling silverware with an old towel to make sure 

It was completely clean after not getting scrubbed in the 90 degree dishwashing machine 

And yet this place was different 

There was no yelling in the kitchen and the employees were nice 

It was an actual pleasure to serve with these people 

Everyone was encouraged to eat before it got busy 

And after it all happened, the horror began 

Food that had never been touched made its way to the bottom of the garbage can 

Cakes separated from their frosting fell through the center 

Rushing down to make a splat as they reached the bottom 

Next it was the fries, they fell as if they were fighting for nutrition hoping they 

Would reach a hungry stomach and moved as far as they could before landing 

In a scattered mess 

The chicken strips went down in a huddled heap 

Perhaps hoping that if they stayed together someone would reconsider and pick them up 

The bread went down to the pit rather upset 

That after so much work was put into making it 

No one would be able to savor its deliciousness

The coffee would miss out on it’s crevices just like the butter would 

No one would be able to close their eyes in joy and satisfaction as they bit 

Down and chewed such a sweet delight 

All this made her dread dinner time 

Knowing that after so many efforts to make the meals 

So many would forcefully miss out 

What could I do?

Wat could I do? 

Because it was clear that it would be more than wrong for me to save 

These morsels from their impeding falls…

Bionica 

The means

For some reason, she thought that the mean girls had all stayed behind in high school 

Where petty things should stay because after such an experience we grow 

We learn to be better people and do what some may refer to as ‘adulting’ 

But she was wrong because apparently the mean girls are around way past retirement 

And it made her rather sad to think that some people never find real joy

To know that the only way some will experience any sort of happiness is by putting down another 

Or by keeping up the gossip train to feel some sort of momentary spark 

Well it has a lot to say for society 

So much love is missing 

So much understanding and tolerance 

The fact that there are large amounts of people living with out sincerity 

Self love and everything in between is enough to cause more than panic at the disco

It’s scary and sad to know that in a world in which everyone wants to live, laugh and be happy to thrive 

There will always be those who hold you back like the thorn bushes that trap in the flowers…

Bionica