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"The waiter", 2023


"The waiter" The low vibrational dishwashers couldn't get the silverware out in time for his passing of soup spoons,,, So this shit is his fault. If I never clear and box up, the shit looks like his fault. If the bartender is backed up and drinks are taking forever. Again,,, Again,,, This shit is his fault. But I know his rank bro. I know he's a pro. Banging his coworker that uses her cleavage the best. I know if he has a three Jackson's I have four Lincoln's and a fist bump. Still hard to finesse when tickets become pocket gophers. The bratty birthday woman is getting older as I appeared Flash Gordan with a soda. Believing both of my parents were worth a damn. We really lived it man. Chili's, Carry Grant hotel, an oyster bar, fine dining I was there upon a time The rules reacted to the vibes. Manipulate them easily Every Friday Watch them for every signal Every Saturday Know all about the sports Every Sunday. Never make service terrible. He's the fucking man. He's a house with a full down cash out payment. It never gets easier. He never gets to crack. He sees kids ruin carpet. The whole table rates themselves the cream of humanity. Who just so happen to be unable to cook twice a week. The owner determines the quality of everything. He got stiffed for no reason. He hit jackpot on drunk lovers. He buys dessert if the sell goes sour. Shit. And all I did was push a towel. Drop creased linen to let breathe. Grooving like a 2K MyPark session. Cos' I have no shame at this game, I go home to jazz, real grapefruit and secrets showing I ain't stupid. The tips were sweet. My cut was not bad. Good look on the detrimental. He just hated fucking dealing with all of them. Sprawl of them unpleasant people. The son of bitch treated people like gold. Ninety percent was reciprocated.
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