B.y.o.b.

When trust has been destroyed...
Who is going to ensure,
Appetizers on a menu...
Suit the taste,
Of guests
Others feel compelled to keep eyes on?

Someone served is going to get a chill first.
And a bill left to be paid,
By the one least prepared to receive unexpected stares.
And an appetite for what has been ordered,
Gone!

Some folks are not into false presentations.
Or the smell of sour cuisine.
Leaving those unaware of what is going on behind the scenes...
Realizing these types of functions,
Are better left 'boo-fayed' and dysfunctional!
With no one to feel they have to 'eat' what they do not like!
Bring what they wish to be dished.
And...
*B.Y.O.B.

'Bring-your -own-bodyguard'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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