Under skies of simulated daylight
Half blocked by plastic happiness
Within a promise of your heart’s desire
Sit the huddled masses of refuge
In this court of jesters
Welded together en masse
Ironic seats crowded together
Separating families from each other
Diamond shape patterned red plastic trays
Covered in grease and convenience
Barely large enough to hold the need
These are not the seats of comfort
Nor is this the food of home
Sustenance wrapped in plastic
On paper plates of weakness
Cold metal chairs beckon your rest
Only to quickly want you gone
Squeezing you back out
To wander this dreamscape
And drain your wallet dry