daydream

Out to Lunch

Out to Lunch

By jfarrell

 

You see….

 

I pass you your fries and burger and grab your drink;

But, I am so not here;

Sorry.

 

Arms, legs…. other bits…

All auto pilot; sorry;

Like Clark Kent stuck in the phone booth

You don’t see me;

You see what’s left behind.

 

As I give you your diet cola with extra ice…

 

I am in some imaginary battleground;

Orcs, dragons, dinosaurs, elves;

Humans…. ATTENTION, lunch is served;

Diving in and out of foxholes;

Crawling low as I can through muck;

Tossing a few fragment grenades

And commanding my pet dinosaurs to flank the enemy;

Having a dwarf’s axe bury itself so close to my head

I no longer the long haired rocker I was,

But being a skinhead seems to make me look tougher

The alliance run from me in terror…

 

“so, 2 burgers, 3 small fries, and 4 colas (1 with with extra ice)….”

 

BUGGER!!! THAT HURT!!!!

Where did the dragon come from?

Cheating putin-paid-russian- better than us European players (maybe?)

If you believe we lose Alterac Valley so much,

Because Alliance are all Russian hackers….

I dunno, maybe horde is really that bad.

Let’s be honest….

We wanna chop someone’s head off now,

Not waste 10 minutes discussing tactics…

 

“that’ll be £12.58… any doughnuts?….

Or our vanilla triple whipped cream, crammed with goodies, milkshake, on special offer…..

 

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Horde win again

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WE ROCK

 

“Thank you sir, would you like a receipt?

And, please enjoy the game.”

With a big shiney smile as I hand you your receipt and change;

And….

Move on to the next customer.

 

If it is YOU I am serving,

I am SO sorry, I mean no discourtesy or disrespect;

I am out to lunch

And have been a very, very long time.

 

And all my battles have a rocking sound track;

From the earliest blues, I am THE Crossroads;

To “take my hand;

Off to never-never land”

 

The “blues brothers” tell me, I’m guilty;

And sting says “we’re starting up a brand new day.”

Dire straits gave me a six-blade knife (my secret weapon);

And

“two thousand zero zero, party over,

“we’re out of time”.. Prince is a LEGEND (sorry)

 

I hand the next customer his hotdog, with extra stuff on top;

Sorry, but, I not here;

Out to lunch… please leave a message at the beep

And, enjoy your stay :-)

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

since i started writing poems recently and putting them here....

Stephen has really encouraged me a lot

i just wanted to say thanx :-)

and i hope you all enjoy the music :-)

 

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