Out to Lunch
By jfarrell
You see….
I pass you your fries and burger and grab your drink;
But, I am so not here;
Sorry.
Arms, legs…. other bits…
All auto pilot; sorry;
Like Clark Kent stuck in the phone booth
You don’t see me;
You see what’s left behind.
As I give you your diet cola with extra ice…
I am in some imaginary battleground;
Orcs, dragons, dinosaurs, elves;
Humans…. ATTENTION, lunch is served;
Diving in and out of foxholes;
Crawling low as I can through muck;
Tossing a few fragment grenades
And commanding my pet dinosaurs to flank the enemy;
Having a dwarf’s axe bury itself so close to my head
I no longer the long haired rocker I was,
But being a skinhead seems to make me look tougher
The alliance run from me in terror…
“so, 2 burgers, 3 small fries, and 4 colas (1 with with extra ice)….”
BUGGER!!! THAT HURT!!!!
Where did the dragon come from?
Cheating putin-paid-russian- better than us European players (maybe?)
If you believe we lose Alterac Valley so much,
Because Alliance are all Russian hackers….
I dunno, maybe horde is really that bad.
Let’s be honest….
We wanna chop someone’s head off now,
Not waste 10 minutes discussing tactics…
“that’ll be £12.58… any doughnuts?….
Or our vanilla triple whipped cream, crammed with goodies, milkshake, on special offer…..
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Horde win again
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WE ROCK
“Thank you sir, would you like a receipt?
And, please enjoy the game.”
With a big shiney smile as I hand you your receipt and change;
And….
Move on to the next customer.
If it is YOU I am serving,
I am SO sorry, I mean no discourtesy or disrespect;
I am out to lunch
And have been a very, very long time.
And all my battles have a rocking sound track;
From the earliest blues, I am THE Crossroads;
To “take my hand;
Off to never-never land”
The “blues brothers” tell me, I’m guilty;
And sting says “we’re starting up a brand new day.”
Dire straits gave me a six-blade knife (my secret weapon);
And
“two thousand zero zero, party over,
“we’re out of time”.. Prince is a LEGEND (sorry)
I hand the next customer his hotdog, with extra stuff on top;
Sorry, but, I not here;
Out to lunch… please leave a message at the beep
And, enjoy your stay :-)