ServiceA Poem by Christopher StaabI was a cook since the age of 15. Love cooking been around the block to a few restaurants. Hope someone enjoys.
Service the rich,
most certainly not the famous. Just some rag tagged sons of b*****s ordering off of some Cracker Barrel menu hoping to get an end piece of the meatloaf. I hate even serving this maching grade conscripted food. I am an aritst, let me buiid skyscrapers and serve to the poor so I can wet their appetites with delicious delicacies.
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Added on September 25, 2014 Last Updated on September 25, 2014 Author
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