Status..Brunch Days

.STATUS.

I've heard it's

Lonely at the top,

Crowded at the bottom,

And there's a small

Party in the middle.

But I wouldn't know

Cause I'm busy

Getting faded and

Doing my best to

Keep my mind from

Bursting like a grape

..

.Bruch Days.

Every plate that lands in the dishpit

Moves me one more inch toward

Yelling "FUCK THIS!!"

The sudden urge

To break every single piece of

China comes over me but I keep

My temper in check.

That is by going outside for

A cigarette

And for a moment forget

That the bussers don't know

How to stack, pick the worst times

To ask to run the drink racks and the

Cooks don't give two shits that

I'm badly slammed.

Thank god for nicotine,

Otherwise I'd probably snap.