Diner Food

Diner Food

The Pixie Dust

You watch me from every corner of the room.

Sink your teeth into me,

Drink all of my blood.

Bet I taste good.

You had your mind on me before you walked in the door.

Laugh with your dining parter about what Claude did at work.

Try to hide your flaws behind a cheap napkin

And sloppy grin.

Hit on the employees

But only after my blood is drained

Like a beast who broke through the chains,

Ready to pounce after being well fed.

Just another drunk guy with a friend

Back at the diner again.