Hardcore Lunch-Eaters

You will never find us inside with the milling masses.
We will always remain outside of the glass,
Be it raining, snowing, sleeting, or sunny.
We have left our indelible mark
with the rainbow-colored ink of our Sharpies.
We don’t cry over spilt milk – we laugh.
Your forbidden fruit is our Holy Grail,
And we have fought countless battles to attain it.
Our serenades enchant the deviants and startle the norm.
Though our presence may seem small,
You will remember us in the years to come.
We are the urban martyrs of the cafeteria.
We are the Hardcore Lunch-Eaters!