I don’t want it, I could just go
What’s point of eating together
when we’re going to pretend
these centerpieces are anything
but an insult
When holding these daily
meetings, perhaps we should
introduce ourselves every time
if the slightest of my saliva
is unwelcomed in the air
The box of tissue has to
be gracefully brought next
to each member’s face as
to not have tissue dust
in the sauce flavored sludge
The decibels leaking out of your
voice box should be delivered
in a generous manner as to
allow everyone to hear the
secrets hidden in your kidneys
Never use personal utensils
to carry center dishes to
personal plates, the public
ones are there for a reason
as we practice for public opinion
Everyday, we are gathered
around this stupid table with
an excess amount of space
to mourn for this one here
as tomorrow is her execution
This one here who is always so
quiet and mellow but sometimes
so rude when she refuses to
let us love her to the full extent
of our capacity for romance
No. No. I’ve had enough, I’m full
I’ll volunteer to stay for these
flattened bowls. Tomorrow will
have its own tomorrow and I’ll
never get the guillotine, I know that much