The Service Poem by Ed Homer

I'm sitting in a diner
I order my delight
I taste it so delicately
I roll my eyes

The steam swirls slowly
I see visions of plums
I can't describe my pleasure
Then the troubles begun

I yell bloody fricken server
All eyes turn my way
Again I yell it loudly
Someone yells I can't stay

I am lifted from my chair
Taken to the door
I ask whats the problem
Then I hit the floor

I awaken to a person
Asking if I'm alright
Had I gotten in trouble
Was there a fight

I said I really don't know
All I know I was thrown
From this fine diner
I lay here on the ground

They inquire what had happened
And so they were told
I said yes I had said that
But I did nothing wrong

Looking at me they stared
In total disbelief
Was I so ignorant of my actions
Was I some kind of freak

So they asked point blank
What the hell was wrong
Why didn't I respect them
That I had better move on

I said I would apologize
If they would let me so
They shook my hand
Let me in once more

I ordered the same again
Oh how the aroma I adored
Once again I yelled out as
I looked at my phone

Again they came for me
I held out my phone
It said no service at this time
Oh the laughter galore

We thought you was disrespecting
Our servers that come
I said no I didn't mean them
I feel so dumb

I will rephrase it
When the service is gone
I never had a problem
From that day on