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Waitresses

I don’t like sitting in restaurants alone,
but I like watching waitresses
bend over
tables with fake smiles
and minimum wage enthusiasm. 

I watch until the dirt
in my soul
wells up
threatens to choke me
and I want
to vomit out my guts and cock. 

I watch and wonder
what’s in their heads,
what’s in their souls,
but mostly what’s in their panties. 

I bet blondie has a boyfriend,
and cherryred got laid last night. 

I finish my meal,
leave an extra large tip,
because the tannedcheer-leader type
has a cute ass and knows how to walk.
She smiles at me as I leave 

and I don’t feel as dirty now.
Written by L_Munro
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