Five Star Restaurant

(This is a fictional poem) My arms, legs and ribs have been broken and I'm wearing a neck collar. It happened when I went to a five star restaurant and was charged three hundred dollars. All my wife and I had were a couple of steaks. When i told the owner that I didn't have enough money, a lot of bones started to break. He dumped a pot of linguini and clams over my head and then jabbed me in the nuts with a fork. He burned my hands on his stove and I started crying like a little dork. He started beating me and he wouldn't quit. He beat me so hard that it made me ####. You may be laughing at me, you may think it's funny. But you won't find it so amusing if you ever go to that restaurant without enough money.