Divine Bite

I watch them enter, I watch them leave I stand there hoping with an open hand In return they end up avoiding me I remain determined and continue to stand Maybe, just maybe someone will be kind 1, 2, 3, 4 and many more pass me by They act like they cant see me; pity blind I wish they knew I am a pretty cool guy I still watch them and every bite seems divine I feel my stomach nodding in agreement Impatient they seem, while I wish to be in line I just for the change they just spent I watch them leave Hoping for someone to be kind Because that bite seems divine