Lunchtime Riot
Your fingers about to break
If you give it one more shake
In my general direction
My angers really detectin'
Something brewing way down deep
Slowly bubbling to creep
Out of my soul with full force
You better think before you toss
One more finger bend my way
It is rude and not OK
Be polite and wait to ask
Your question as I pass
By your table to check on you
Your ignorance needs to shoo
Now you start to shout so clearly
My name as everyone can hear thee
Your getting very obnoxious
I don't like all of this rudeness
Your embarrassing and loud
Disrupting all of my lunch crowd
Pay your bill so you can leave
Everyone can be relieved
And enjoy their lunchtime meal
Without hearing your voice squeal
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