Looks of confusion
and smile that fade.
Money spent.
Money made.

All of this
and attitudes too.
Italian, Ranch,
Honey Mustard or Blue.

Tell me now with or without. I'll punch it in they'll whip it out.

Repeat yourself until
all choices are complete.
Your sure to walk for miles
in less than twenty feet.

Plates of molten special.
Drinks of not quite clear.
Was that the table just ahead,
or the booth back in the rear?

"We need it now!"
"Can you make it quick?"
"There's been mistake!"
"I'm going to be sick."

Send it out. Bring it back. The stations are overrun. The bar requests for appetizers have clearly just begun.

Now that missing party
has just relayed their needs.
Someone should order sickles
for we are all deep in the weeds!

The chain of functionality weakens.
Hopefully the guests can't tell.
We're calling on our last reserves,
busboys Carols and Manuel.

Swiftly it always happens. Slowly it always curtails. Resembling a beach after Earth Day, regarding all the sales.

So stock it up.
Wipe it down.
Hit it with a mop.
Tomorrow starts the same again.
A cycle that never stops.

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