I have stolen this place, for now it has gone, once it was cute, but people moved on. The rickety chairs and sloping wood tables, all fine by me, with my meandering thoughts, but not for you and your Trip-Advisor noughts.
Why do you come here and glance at the view, for a moment, a second, a minute or two. Before it calls like an admonishing mum. look at me! Stare at me, give me your thumb. To scroll to, to touch, to boast, to cry, feed me your energy but please keep me dry.
I’m your weapon, your shield, I am what you are. I’m busy, go away, I’m important, I’m loved, can’t you see! Can’t you see.
Oh yes! How lovely, wait just a mo! Take my picture so that I can show. To the world, to my world but especially to Jane. Her husbands a loser, they live down the lane.
Can we go now, I’m bored, there’s only one waiter and he’s got a hair lip. the eggs were overdone, darling don’t give a tip.
Those dogs are a nuisance, begging for scraps licking and sniffing, the wi-fi is rubbish, no google maps.
Shall we move on dear? I don’t feel at ease. My money, the passports, my jewelry ‘et al’
Let’s try The Hilton! Please Darling Please!
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