The waiter


You are

That sneaky and uncanny


Who does

Not always


What was ordered.


Sometimes you give

Me exactly what I want

And even more than I


But with a deceptive smile

And a plate

Loaded with

The delicate

And exquisite

Tastes of Joy.


But then your

Mood turns

To the dark side,

And all the horrors

Of the Unknown

Are out before me

And I sit looking

At it in this

Curious restaurant

I call my world.


What will your devilish


Serve up next?

Will it be that dish that

I ordered called Success,

Or will you twist it around

To that subtle and

Defeating cuisine

Taken from the

Menu of Disappointment?