Waitress

Dirty dishes pile up so high
More and more orders, in they fly
There is not a moment for you to rest
As they expect you at your best
You pray there will be no mistake
For if there is, the earth will quake
With the furry of the dissatisfied
Whose meal has not been well fried
Tension grips you at your core
As you wring your hands and smile some more
To try to soothe the angry mob
For that primarily is your job
To clean and serve and lower your eyes
And to get use to shrugging at their lies
There are those who look down their nose
And we who just want to work without such blows
We enjoy our work, yes we do
But we'd rather do without your attitude
We like to serve those who smile back at us
For they get treated with a gush
But for those who would rather sneer
You have a little more reason to fear
As to why your stomach churned after you went
Trust me, your karma has been well sent