Weeded at the Greasy SpoonA Poem by Olmsted A. T.This is a song about being crazy busy in the restaurant business also known as "In the Weeds"Weeded at the Greasy Spoon Holy s**t -Man I'm weeded at the greasy spoon and orders they keep stacking up up up up up Earned a couple dirty diapers and pity tips from a four top of squawking parents while my table to the right of them is drenched in
puked up barbecue sauce F*****g frat boys screaming as they earn themselves hi fives and backslaps with their random acts of beer chugging mob stupidity weren't they ever told by their mom dad or their coach "This is not the way to
conduct yourselves in a public setting or for that matter privately," And poor miss Bonnie Garaffalow "Keep in mind it's pronounced Gare A Fallow" she's quite proud of her bullshit hyphenated name and to boot once again miraculously has misplaced her reading glasses she said
she "Thinks she left them on the plate the Croatian busbuy that never speaks
just cleared from her usual table by the window, along with her unread copy of
The Daily Bullfrog Creek," Sorry we've 86'd the special of the day the chef was quite incompetent when she was ordering in her defense she's had too much on her mind it's been this way for weeks just wish she'd leave that dick behind with Fitch and Ambercrombie yeah he's that much of a d****e he's got the hair to prove it and ed hardy wardrobe I wish
those gangsters would execute him Great here's another table only six hours to go oh joy look another one time to try and grab a smoke f**k where do they all come from did they just get out of the picture show wish they'd get the f**k out and leave me the hell alone © 2017 Olmsted A. T. |
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