Lunch Time Blues

Waiting anxiously for a question or comment to be thrown in my direction. I'm like a victim knowing my assailant is going to be coming at me at any minute. Waiting.... Waiting.... Dang it phone RING and let my life move on. Every sound echoes through my bones and vibrates at my lust for life. I wait patiently and sometimes fervently for the blast of obligation that I need to answer. I keep one hand poised for the next attack and the other hand on my other neccesity in life whose smells are driving me insane . I pause waiting for the opportunity to gorge in humanly delight. The dead carcass beckoning me to leave my anxious waiting behind. Do I dare? Can it be that I have a chance to lay siege on the piece of heaven by my side? To eat without hinderance and interruptions? Nothing tastes as good as something done in a moment of truth. I may have had my moment of truth but now all that there is to conquer is the lunch time blues.