The restaurant is closed

A menu someone is looking at... forever
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If I'm rejected, why surprised I leave,
When I'm neglected, that I fill the void,
If you killed it, why then should I grieve,
it's natural, when insulted, I'm annoyed,
so low am I that I won't sit and wait
for you to stroke your chin, to hmm and ha,
My grave will come while you deliberate
a mile long beard would grow upon my jaw,
I won't persuade nor engage in debate,
Plus hesitate to me equals a no,
less honorable to whimper at the gate,
I think I'd better take my things and go.
The menu sits for years beneath your nose,
Stay choosy but the restaurant is closed.

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