WHERE'S MY FOOD

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             I don't want to be rude.

    I just want my food.

A long time I'm waiting.  This I'm really hating.

I don't mean to whine.  I just want to dine.

              This ain't fine.

I just want my dinner.  A situation not a winner.

Passed, all the time, a sit not fine.

  Did the guy lose his way?

  Well, no tip money will I pay.

    

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