"Thay ain't no way outta here!", - shouts
The estranged waiter as he blocks the exits and goes
to crouch back in his corner in the kitchen
which he refuses to leave until
he sees hisself getting a tip
despite toppling a bowl of sludge
upon the surly skulls of messident Goober
and his chronics.
A cranky elevator operator
Slash
house detective
throws a half empty puket of shrink
over the oval head that anchors the waiter's
mewling face to his shirt/vest.
Some substance similar to seafood sauce
drips & drips & drips
eternally, eternally dripping,
uncomfortably close to the waiter’s nosetrails.
Funny powerful short monkey-like breaths of terror
Begin shoooosting out from the waiter’s face
like enraged, yet invalid, worms.
The elevator operator
Slash
house detective
looks to the table at which
messident goober and his chronics crouch with their hunger.
Their majestically comical brows are lowered.
The Goob has no wash to wash.
He is Goober who lives in the house of Dwight.
Low paid locals perform Goober’s chump work and
clean up the remnants of the waiter's dripping sludge.
Goober's FBI certified Doctor A-Okays the sludge
as being clean of germs and/or other contaminants.
The doctor states, - “no living being or mutation
can survive the barren landscape
of goober's unholy unconscionable soul.
Just ask the FDA.”
The waiter doesn't receive his tips. He be a-taken to a cell
where he be told that he be no longer a part of the waiter society and class.
And, as such, having been stripped of his rankness,
he is terrifying, if not to others, then certainly, to himself.
The waiter is told to go serve his self - if he can find it.
"Some crazy-like
things just drip, while others explode."
