by jd4george
I like this, alot. Your use of repetition is masterful:
This takes it to the breaking point:
"slinging the same food
on the same plates
for the same family
of the same restaurant
for the same pay"
"pot roast" and "fucking assholes" repetitions lend a wonderful song like quality to this.
on what helps turn a virile young man into a washed out old wannabe. Very clever contrasting. Good work.
*thermometer still in the meat. the red meat.
bravo! you kept me right on the edge of disturbed, keeping my eyes open wide enough to keep letting it all in unprotected. that is a compliment. this is a good poem.
'cause he's got a red ?vette
and he's got a red mustang
and some other car the color of red meat
very clever
Great poem but no thermometers and now I don't remember why. Give me some red meat.
at a few resturaunts..
I know this man well.
You captured him perfectly
Nice style, great pacing
at a few restaurants..
I know this man well.
You captured him perfectly
Nice style, great pacing
I think we've all been guilty of being a grumpy ol' geezer at one time or another. You captured the emotions to a 'T'.
I'll take chicken thanks ;-)
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