Service

Service

A Poem by Christopher Staab
"

I was a cook since the age of 15. Love cooking been around the block to a few restaurants. Hope someone enjoys.

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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.

© 2014 Christopher Staab


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Added on September 25, 2014
Last Updated on September 25, 2014

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Christopher Staab
Christopher Staab

Southhampton, PA



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