Dining shots

He wanders the floor

On the prowl

Between pensioners and families

Poison on a tray

Not just to the body

But more so to the mood


Shots at dinner time,

Monumentally inappropriate

Yet he cries

Shot, shot, shot

Trying to lure a victim


With his evil glare trying to seduce

Money, money, money

He wants, because he is told to

Err no sir, this is formal dining

Thank you & move on




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