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
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