Wednesday, April 3, 2019

For the Sonic Waitress Who Wish Me a Blessed Day and Stole My Change - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

For the Sonic Waitress Who Wished Me a Blessed Day
and Stole My Change

I was just passing through
You didn’t know me; I didn’t know you
But I should have known you’d steal from me
When you told me to Have a Blessed Day

You never came back with the change
And that is sad. We have come to accept the lies
Of praychurs, presidents, and prime ministers
But one expects better of Sonic waitresses

And you told me to have a blessed day

So you’re 40 cents to the bad, that’s true
But I’ve got the dollar I was going to tip you

And, hey, y’all have a blessed day, y’hear?

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