The waitress
Asked him
From behind the counter.
She had just finished
Refilling his coffee.
If he wasn't homeless
He sure appeared to be.
It was also obvious
That he had plenty of reasons
NOT to smile.
Well...
That was it.
That's all it took.
Harry proceeded to get up
From the wobbly chrome counter stool.
He stood there
Unzipped his pants
And whipped his filthy cock out
Filling the vicinity
With the smell of stale urine.
He then proceeded to spin his prick around
Like a propeller
Looking directly at her
With his crazy eyes
Laughing
Through his greasy
Yellow-grey beard.
"Alright Harry! That's enough!"
She scowled.
"Put that thing away and behave or you're gonna hafta leave!"
She looked around
At the other customers
Surveying them.
Most continued to eat
Undisturbed.
Harry put his meat
Back in his pants
And zippered up.
He then sat back down
On the wobbly stool
And didn't stop
Smiling.
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