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Good Ol' Days (days before Corvid) contest entry

The Endless Steaming Bins

by DragonSkulls

I remember long ago,
those precious good old days.
I miss so much the joyous times
I spent at the buffets.

With countless plates of yummy grub
I piled miles high.
Forgive me as I reminisce
if I break down and cry.

I'll not forget the steak and shrimp
or eggrolls filled with pork,
where I could use real silverware
and not a worthless spork.

Where waitresses would smile and bring
the drinks at my request.
Unlike the drive-thru window guy
who's clinically depressed.

When food inside the restaurant
would come out fresh and hot,
instead of this cold slop I eat
in their dumb parking lot.

I miss the endless, steaming bins
of gourmet foods I crave.
How sorrowful this frozen crap
that shames my microwave.

I long so for the good old days.
These woes run far too deep.
The dreaded loss of loved buffets
still haunts me in my sleep.