"Check please."

"Sir?"

"Yes I'm done, a check if you please."

"But sir,
You've still got
Orders and tasks and moments to squeeze"

"Moments of dessert?"

"Yes indeed,
But some are quite ****."

"Ah, no thank you.
My meal was bitter from the start."

"Not to your liking?"

"Mmm.  Some sides were quite nice.
Some sugar, some butter,
And I loved all the spice.

But the main course my friend,
Was tough and not fair.

I was really seeking tenderness,
But instead I got hair."

"We make no apologies,
For that which we cook.

We're all that was open,
And our chefs never read a cook book."

"Yes yes that's all well and good.
It took me a while,
But I eventually realized where I stood.

Not in an establishment,
That I would have chose.
But rather a sewer,
Never sprayed with a hose."

"No need to be rude,
This is just how things are.
Your comments and thoughts,
Have now gone too far"

"Agreed.
Now my friend,
I really just wish to go.

My nose is all runny,
With no tissue to blow.

My stomach's in knots,
My heart burns full of acid.
I'm rather quite flush,
From some growing form of gases.

So check if you please,
I'd like to leave this place."

"Get your check your **** self,
It's only you, you must face."

"Good day..."

"Good day to you as well."