The waitress carrying her syrup tray like a lighthouse beacon on stormy rocks
sitting here passing the time, sitting here watching the ever slowing clocks
Wondering if this is all just a waste of my life and time.
Let me get this straight, So with he water, Do I add lemon or lime?
Do I give my best hours to people who care not for my welfare
since it seems if it wasn't for their food, they wouldn't really care.
They ask me for more coffee and sometimes even desert
and maybe with some of the cute guys, I might even flirt.
Hey, a tips a tip, I always like to say
since I seem to get shitty tips all day.
I know I can't really complain since I chose my twisted path
but day after day, I'm stuck here doing the ever decreasing math.
I see that maybe it's worth it and maybe it's not
and maybe this is some evil soul stealing plot.
A plot to rob me of who I want to be and who I truly am
since work always seems to be some sort of beleaguered scam.
A way to scam me out of my time, out of my lovers arms
and stick me here with the patron entering and the toasters alarms.
A life to lead, a way to make your rent
but what am I to do with all my best hours spent?
Do I go to the dollar tree of life and ask for a refund
since it seems the only thing I have to love is my furry Gund...
even after all the smokers left and their cigarettes puffed
I'm going home to sleep with my animals, all peacefully stuffed..

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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