The fire is burning

Fire is burning, foreheads are sweating

The rush of adrenaline pushes the worker bees faster, and harder than ever before

the orders keep flying through. The eyes of the hawk watching their every move is betting

Food may not get out on time, diners unaware of the chaos and pressure are being adored

 The hawk stares on as the noise of the metal, fire and cussing carries on through the night,

plates and dreams are shattered. In the kitchen, no man is safe from fright

 

Before dawn breaks the animals break out from their fiery cage, hungry for ecstasy

Within the darkness, the dogs howl. Searching and sniffing, the boys are on the prowl

They party on like it’s their last chance, this drink is free, but next it’s me

Long, drooling tongues hang out at beautiful breasts of the blondes. You can hear the animals growl

As the sun comes up the men awake feeling sleep deprived, and unclean

a new day has begun, a new nightmare commences. It’s time to get mean

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

oh this is a delectably wild undercurrent of actualities run through the currents of unfairy tales~ your composition is pure and solid!~ emotion driven imagery bursts in technicolor flashes from the page~most excellent!

[L]

strong imagery here; also aural device used well to underscore your Narrative (midline rhyme in particular). Intense and awash with activity