Six Tables of Strangers and Me
He had better be dead I told friends,
Making them smile, from ends to ends.
They thought I was being hilarious
I was truly, frankly being serious
He did not help at all, I informed them haughtily.
I was on a roll now, telling them a little bit snottily.
"You had better be dead!" I yelled to his false-acting back.
He was deep-snoring, his lying pretending to be asleep act.
I was on a roll now, entertaining my table and the next two.
Come on! A perfect stranger yelled. "What did you do?"
The place had stopped eating. It was all about me.
I have not done it yet, I informed her. But I will about three.
They followed me home, six tables of strangers and me.
They wanted to see, how assertive and mean I could be.
I put them in cages, and strung them up by their toes.
You should not follow strangers, as everyone knows!
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