Hungry, empty, ravenous, am I.
My burger untouched—not even one fry.
You need to go again? Can’t it wait till later?
“Stop refilling their waters!” I beseech the waiter.
Alas, this time we go to clean
spaghetti sauce off your face, hands, and jeans.
My muffins, I beg of these table breaks to cease,
So that I may eat just ONE bite in peace.