Schadenfreude - Frankie Big Face
Waiter:
Every day you come in and you sit at my table
And flip through the menu as if you were able
To order anything but the same old dish
A BLT and the seafood bisque
Every night when I'm home I have the strangest sensation
I dream of the ways I can cause the cessation
Of your heart, your brain, your body, your soul.
Is it a fantasy or is it a goal?
And then one afternoon
I filled a tablespoon
With common household bleach
And poured it into your soup.
Customer:
Every day I come in and I sit at your table
Feeling like a frog in one of Aesop's fables
Blindly obsessed with a singular wish
To grab you and give you the biggest kiss.
So I place the same order 'cause I lack imagination
And wait for your return with rapt anticipation.
I want to be in your movie, have a starring role
But you only see me as a plate and a bowl.
I finally realized
While pulling wings off flies
That you were out of reach
And dropped one into my soup.
W: I want to kill you
C: I want to sue you.
Both: I'll get (W: my dog) (C: my lawyer)
B: To ruin you!
B: You've broken my heart for the very last time.
W: Every day I walk by and see the empty tables
C: Every night I sit home and eat boxed mashed potatoes
W: I need a new job and don't know where to look
C: I wish I could teach myself how to cook.
W. The only thing that promotes my healing
C. Is knowing that you are probably dealing
W: With mild infarction of your heart and spleen
C: With home foreclosure and a property lien
Both: If there's a God above
Show me the wisdom of
Your ways, I do beseech!
Should I maybe give up soup?