The Waitress
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I hide
In the bathroom for a while
The ketchup bottles are empty
The ice buckets must be full
Children scream for chicken tenders
Food is fried in peanut oil
Make sure to write on the ticket
If someone has an allergy
Or they might break out in hives
And their meal will be free
Which means
No money for me
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