A Hell Date

A HELL DATE Like an order from the military junta He swerved the steering off our route I was surprised... not really scared It was four days after my birthday Where are we going? What's happening? tell me We are going to a Fast Food... ok, that's it Ok, then, the General has spoken Any word from his mouth is a decree For we are in a military junta Was ordered not to pick expensive menu As I glance through the menu list I asked what he wanted ... nothing!!! he answered Just hurry up, I've got things to do I could barely eat my cheap menu pick He looks at me irritatingly...as if I am worthless My cutleries fell off my hand severally Must I eat this so called food It was one hell of a date... to compensate for my birth date Hurriedly like maid and Boss, we left the place It all ran through my mind? What was this for? Did I force you to take me out on a belated date? I felt reduced to nothing as I wish I vomit the food I should have known better... worst off in all I felt like a nuisance on a date As I wish there wasn't a date in the first instance All kinds of date I mean... birth date or hell date AST 1.55am 15/04/2015 Conjure from a true life story