i pulled into a chinese buffet
got in line for available seat
i wonder how they're so cheap
choices are numerous, boggling
sushi, sea foods, veggies, meats
fruits, cakes, ice cream, cookies
i look around who is serving
they ain't from here but beijing
peek inside who is cooking
not ling, but spanish names
well food is good can't complain
they keep the place very clean
no male server but pretty girls
smiling, skinny like chopstick
i'm intimidated to eat more
their looks tells me i'm fat
i'm conscious looking my abs
i raise my hand, ask for my tab
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