Glenn Lyvers Artistry in Everything I Do

Waiting Tables after the Fight

2014-12-07

Good evening sir.
Is that so hard? I mean really? Just
stop for a second and say “good evening sir”
or maybe not sir because I understand
fully, when you live with someone
you don’t always say “sir”
but would a simple “good evening” kill her?
Maybe a little

common courtesy for God’s sake.
Perhaps I could start you off with some wine?
Isn’t that rich. She said that. She said
I always start with a whine
and end with a whimper. I don’t whine,
At least not until she starts bitching and howling
like someone pulled her string…
"and the bitch goes blahhhh"

you know,
and look at this, it’s dirty.
Perhaps you would like a new spoon sir?

Exactly.

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