Delta40
02-20-2011, 06:58 PM
The indian restaurant
that resides in your curried heart
is just the place for me
what, with your whiny needs
and my nagging disease,
you say I need a new position.
I guess the Chinese takeaway wasn't enough.
All those glazed ducks on hooks
didn't do it for us.
So you stick a red dot on my forehead
and drape me in your grandma's
gold patterned curtain
and lace tablecloth.
You slap my behind and yell
go! go! go!
How is your meal?
Is everything alright at your table?
No, we don't have sweet and sour pork on the menu.
Hey, son of a donkey's ***,
I don't do dishes, not anymore.
I look ridiculous like this -
Oh! You want me to do the accent too?
Well goodness gracious me!
Excuse me Sahib, but this position...
it is not for me.
Why? Oh for many reasons.
If you think I'm going to spend my life
picking up after you,
you're wrong.
You only imagine Indian women are like slaves.
I tell you our marriage is a white elephant!
You're the worst mahout I have ever seen
in a pinstripe suit!
Ok, this act is wearing thin,
like us.
When do I get to be me?
What are you trying to cover?
So what if I'm a redhead?
You changed me into this because of freckles?
Here, have a menu,
take a seat
I'll get to you when I'm ready.
I have other people to serve
It's true.
This fast food marriage is not just
about you.
Can't you see I have a drive thru?
Look, if it makes you feel better
then yes, the food and me
are authentic Indian
But we've definitely done
our last course.
No dessert.
Have you heard of a pappadum?
I'm filing for one now!
that resides in your curried heart
is just the place for me
what, with your whiny needs
and my nagging disease,
you say I need a new position.
I guess the Chinese takeaway wasn't enough.
All those glazed ducks on hooks
didn't do it for us.
So you stick a red dot on my forehead
and drape me in your grandma's
gold patterned curtain
and lace tablecloth.
You slap my behind and yell
go! go! go!
How is your meal?
Is everything alright at your table?
No, we don't have sweet and sour pork on the menu.
Hey, son of a donkey's ***,
I don't do dishes, not anymore.
I look ridiculous like this -
Oh! You want me to do the accent too?
Well goodness gracious me!
Excuse me Sahib, but this position...
it is not for me.
Why? Oh for many reasons.
If you think I'm going to spend my life
picking up after you,
you're wrong.
You only imagine Indian women are like slaves.
I tell you our marriage is a white elephant!
You're the worst mahout I have ever seen
in a pinstripe suit!
Ok, this act is wearing thin,
like us.
When do I get to be me?
What are you trying to cover?
So what if I'm a redhead?
You changed me into this because of freckles?
Here, have a menu,
take a seat
I'll get to you when I'm ready.
I have other people to serve
It's true.
This fast food marriage is not just
about you.
Can't you see I have a drive thru?
Look, if it makes you feel better
then yes, the food and me
are authentic Indian
But we've definitely done
our last course.
No dessert.
Have you heard of a pappadum?
I'm filing for one now!