Tryptosalad
Tryptosalad
People have to eat I guess
And some of them go to a place called pluto’s
It’s a salad sandwichy type of place
The décor is kind of like the jetsons meet kmart
stand in line to order and with each turn the rest of the line waits 6 feet behind
as if it’s an ATM...stand back, she’s about to order.
The hot item is a salad with your choice of 7 toppings.
Mushrooms, cheese, croutons, beets,peppercini,tomato walnuts
You want meat with that?
No.
A lady at a nearby table is chanting That’s not my food, that’s not my food,
But it has to be, cuz you watch the salad drones put it together and hand it to you
The guy next to her is talking about the swine flu…
It’s h1n1 she says
It’s the same thing,
They predict there will be an outbreak somehwere in the northen hemisphere he says.
No Shit?
A baby begins to cry, scattered voices rise
The line gets backed up
suddenly the place takes on a heated claustrophobic rush
……
Make that salad to go and don’t forget the bread.
Katylove©2009
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.