Lunch (Before)

What happens at lunch on a nearly daily basis.

Lunch

By Jimmy Glenn

21 April 2017

Sitting at lunch I feel

Like some things get out of hand

And I can’t reel

In my girlfriend when she goes to stand

People mess with her daily

They know it gets in her head

And she can control herself rarely

And she will want to fight instead.

This makes her mad

In turn annoying me

But when it’s all over she is sad

And all she has to say is mean.

It’s not purely her fault

But she does have control

Even if it’s locked in an internal vault

And for me it takes a payroll,

To get into her heart

But that is a lie

Money is only a part

And all I have told her is to try

And not let them get to her

She looks at me and tries

But some things are

Not the way they seem and come across as lies.

At the end of the day

She says she is fine

But she is the one to pay

So I pray at a shrine

Hoping she will be better

Knowing that she takes offense

Easily and she often gets bitter

And becomes on the defense

She doesn’t know that it hurts

Others who care

As she empties her purse

Trying to pay a faire

But she doesn’t understand

That money is not forgiveness

She still stands

Talking about herself and her willingness

To let things go

And it’s true

But she also

Will chew

Anyone out who tries to get even

With her and those who offended them

And she yells, “All my friends are heathens”

As they step into her pen.

They don’t understand and

She doesn’t have full self control

So I have to stand

And show that it’s not worth the toll.

If a problem starts I make it end

Making sure no one gets injured

But it’s her job to mend

Those whom she threatened.