There are words written in stone
By a man mentally tortured alone
Surrounded by good people in and around his home
Along with others he's collected along the way
He would watch em for at least a year while they play
To ensure their intentions were crystal clear
He'd Always spin the plate before he would eat
cautiously proceeding in his favorite seat
Holding a conversation with his eyes on the room
Reading lips of the customers as if he was doomed
Weather verbal or physical it seemed so absurd
Memorizing the surroundings without hearing a word
knowledge of all exits like a caged bird
Safety is paramount he'd state regularly as you've heard
Where are you at and where will you be
Watching is offensive i do regularly
Avoid confrontation and advise properly
This is a labor of love and one day you'll see
when you follow the rules you and yours will out live the fools
The Silent sitter
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