In the Crazy Canteen
In the crazy canteen,
people threw plates
and let off steam...
The real canteen was somewhere else.
That one was an oasis of calm,
and people ate from plates quietly.
It was a place to talk to the boss
and hint at maybe, rises.
But in the crazy canteen
the bosses did not go...
It was just for workers evidently,
throwing knives and forks.
5/19/2015
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