emily and i fucked off work in the early afternoon for a "business lunch" where we actually waxed poetical on a bevy of off-topics, including the restaurant (a familiar) where we were eating.
two simultaneous, impromptu haikus:
you make the same food
every god-damned fucking day;
sometimes i like it.
it is always the same.
cold food. hot food:
it is the same.
and it costs too much.
thanks to the eating hole with whom we have such a love-hate relationship, and to the boy who gave us a free muffin (the last one) because we liked to smell it.
two simultaneous, impromptu haikus:
you make the same food
every god-damned fucking day;
sometimes i like it.
it is always the same.
cold food. hot food:
it is the same.
and it costs too much.
thanks to the eating hole with whom we have such a love-hate relationship, and to the boy who gave us a free muffin (the last one) because we liked to smell it.
1 comment:
thanks. if you'd eaten there (more than once), you'd feel it with us.
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