Poetry
Server Pantoum
| I schlep food to the masses. They never stop coming; stuffing and shoveling food into their faces. They never stop condescending. I see the arrogance when I look at their faces to take their orders. I see mimicked disrespect when I look at their children who think I live to take their orders. The men, the women, and their children all think that they have the power because the men, the women, the parents control the tip. Ultimately, the power belongs to me, truth be told. I control the safety of their food From the kitchen to their table. Truth be told it’s a long way from the kitchen to the table and food sabotage is easy and discreet. Reciprocity is integral to respect so take care of your server. |
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