My whole life’s the part
Where I don’t order a starter
When everyone else does, so
It takes one hour for my food to arrive.
Everyone else’s grub looks really good. Me, starving meanwhile.
Worst of all,
Guy I most hate’s got a meal looks way better than mine.
I mutter through toasts, no goodbyes when I have to go,
No surprise then when no one even noticed.
Feast leaving ghost,
About as welcome as fleas on a retriever’s coat.
Alchemisland 
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