Death of a Waitress

Loads of tables are all I can see

They say life is magic

Is it for me?

 

Here I am on minimum pay

But the worlds my oyster

That’s what they say

 

What happens if work go on a cull

The world isn’t over

The glass is half full

 

Serving you

You’re being so rude

It was obviously worth it

Here is your food.

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Death of a Waitress

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