Entitled “Buffet".

So many options

Patience’s so short

The American dream rumbles in my stomach

Eyes getting big

Is it greed, is it lust The cravings never stop

I step up to the server

A tall man with brown hair and a beard

I tell him what I want

He piles it on my plate

But wait is this weight on my plate more than I can handle

“Tell me when to stop sir”

But I just stay silent

I guess black man is a synonym for superman

I don’t need brakes

As I struggle to finish what’s on my plate

I am humbled real quick

I am a victim of my own ignorance

A few small bites and I am full

opportunities wasted

I don’t even wanna look at the bill

Always end up paying for it later

Eating with your eyes is deception at its finest

As I open the door to exit

The server, with his long brown hair and his beard says “ please come again”

I’m nod my head

Hopefully next time I am smarter and I remember to bring my Tupperware.