Uninspired. by Madeline PestolesiWorking as a waitress
Has destroyed my creativity
And killed my inspiration.
I spend my mornings
Simpering to grouchy people
Who insist on ordering whatever they want
With absolute disregard to the
MENU
(Why the fuck do they think it's there?)
So I don't write poetry
Or paint.
Or cook.
I just serve.
06/20/2004 Author's Note: Waitressing was the little dose of reality I needed to realize how badly I need to finish school.
Posted on 06/21/2004 Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Cole Miller on 06/21/04 at 05:04 PM oh i love this, i was a server for two years at Dennys.... I'm definately feelin this. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/22/04 at 04:49 PM YEOWZA! What a depressing poem, though reinforces that old saying, "there's a silver lining to every cloud." Good luck back at school! |
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 06/28/04 at 04:27 PM love the edge to this...great job |
Posted by Mo Couts on 06/10/12 at 01:06 AM Wow. As a college student/professional who used to serve, this struck a huge chord in me. |
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