the best restaurants in chicago are through.
I WANT TO MOVE.
but it was always just you.
just you.
you wanted me to experience–
all the best wine,
the best time,
but you couldn’t keep it in your pants.
couldn’t keep it in the past.
so i waited tables,
and waited on you.
to tell me i was able
to spell cast on you.
i was a girl in her early twenties,
you were a boy in his early thirties.
you took me out,
to all the best
RESTAURANTS.
so i waited tables
and waited on you.
you were my regular.
you don’t need to do,
anything i wouldn’t do.
but dear GOD.
don’t ask a waitress for head,
or put her to bed,
and never call her again–
after you asked her
to fuck you in
the best FUCKING restaurants in
FUCKING CHICAGO.
agh.
where did we go?
to bed.
fuck you.
you stupid piece of chicago–
trash.
i would never open my legs up
to chicago.
“i crash right into you”
us girls know what is up with you–
you’re a main man
a main line.
A stupid FUCKING gorgeous lawyer DAD.
but i’ve been had.
by this gorgeous dad.
who won’t break up with his brat
WIFE.
and only wants head.
from me.
its YOU.
and every fucking chicago dude,
like everywhere, YOU.
these rich mens are hoes.
can’t complete my entire code.
AND YOU!
i want you to know that–
all beautiful and smart women are waitresses.
your wives can’t even try to hold plates with us.
that is our mantra, that’s why they’re our traitors.
couldn’t even fuck our waiters.
but they fuck you.
we can handle them.
that’s why they are golf club and
we will be FUCKING FAMOUS!
cuz we can handle it.
THEY CAN’T.
thatswhytheygolfcluband–
FUCK.
end RANT.
i can handle a tray,
i can live for today.
i can be who you wanted
i promise and pray.
i even have a mean backswing
for those times that restaurant
exists in a golf club.
but you never wanted me,
pissed at the thought of me,
cuz you needed a woman
who thinks she’s okay–
by borrowing the day
to become the decay
of a nature
she’s nurtured
because she’s “OKAY”
::screams in the mirror::
IMPOSTER SYNDROME
like my mom–she just cant work.
it’s JUST her anxiet-AY.
SHE’S NOT LIKE MAYYYY.
ME.
she’s not like me.
so i waited tables
and waited on you.
but you were too stupid.
to see that i’m me.
“I WASN’T STUPID LIKE HIM
i’m in it like FLIM.”
don’t try to to rhyme him with flim,
it’s not fucking happenin’.
i love you, but you can’t handle the weight of my water
i know you, and i want to handle your water.
THEN DO IT.
