Hotel California

Turnips on salad, Sliced Lemons on Top
Forks and knives fought each other
Long Tables and chairs whirled
Care reflected in every movement

Confused waiters with ties
crushing their necks, swarmed
They moved like ants or sloths
matching their varied eaters

Long stories and gossips flamed
Proposals and kisses transformed
Pretence seemed to lavish
Ambience, all felt proud saying it

Transactions were at the best
Birthdays and parties, honours and gifts
Pigs and Cows were decorated
For life fed on life

Ghosts of slaughtered animals
circled the eaters
Imagine his time, all by same worms
Who eats us, does this matter?