Good service is hard to find

When hungry and trying to find

A quick fix, not necessary one of a kind

With money in your hand

Waving there where you stand

Alas unsatisfied you were destined

Because all the waiters had left

Even if you had paid a thousand

There still was no service in this lousy

Establishment which promised plenty

Now just exit to the left gently

And hope the hell the store is still open

Or else the rage there is no stopping