Receiving Second Chair Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Wearing the food he eats,
That sits to fit him in a medium
But receiving second chair in a family event tastes terribly
Heartburn & heartbreak,
Let's get together and come apart for a little dysfunction
But why?
Where did we go wrong?
The seating placement has lost the plot entirely,
As we have become strangers & adversaries
A simple meal turns into food for disturbing thought,
In which communication has been introverted,
The pleasure of company crowded
We will not enjoy leftovers, or pine for an encore,
It appears that we are all on pins and needles,
Only to wash our hands, clean up, and forgot so soon