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Speedy Spiel

by Jeffrey Parren

Like twisted metal
being compacted into
a garbage truck

I hear agonizing squeals
as the guest at the table
makes note of my speedy spiel

as if saying the same thing
fifteen times a day
5 days a week
for over 3 years now

is somehow my life's dreams
finally come true
and I like taking my time with it

and then my humor attempting
"well I am from Jersey,
but..."

"Oh well that explains it."

"...BUT
NYC did it to me."

WAIT!
So being from Jersey
was the punch line to you?

I spoke quietly
and with plenty understandability
until the aggressive
people of this little town
made me fight to be heard

so take your rolling eyes
and presumed greatness over me
(because you think you don't serve anyone)

and shove them
where the sun don't shine

though maybe you think
you're higher than I

I have a college degree
and this is the hand
I have to play now

so if you want to order
then order
if you have a question
ask

either way

don't make my job
any more unbearable
than it already is.

01/28/2009

Posted on 01/28/2009
Copyright © 2026 Jeffrey Parren

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/28/09 at 08:16 PM

I really like the voice in this. Very clever, and very engaging stuff, sir.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/28/09 at 09:22 PM

I wondered how the waiter world was lately for you. Those first stanzas rock - loved that twisted metal sound of compacting. Hang in there.

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