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his hipster beard - mandatory accessory for this gentrified borough of Pittsburgh - leads him back and forth from the kitchen to the tables he serves more tables than he should I wait too long for my overpriced salad as he drops a plate of greasy wings in front of a table of oblivious professionals who judge him find him wanting without ever looking up from their phones a small bead of sweat accompanies him when he drops off my check I pay with a twenty and he brings me back a ragged five and a one-dollar bill. I know what he did. Fuck. god ****** hipster server trying to fleece me playing on social pressure betting on pocketing that faded fiver that he did not earn from me I force him to break that Lincoln I tip three bucks because I ****** well won’t let him get the best of me my indignation is an all-American righteousness so much so that I forget - forget I paid four times what the salad was worth forget he doesn’t see a penny of that profit forget that he makes less than three bucks an hour forget that without tips he won’t make rent I forget all of this in my pride at catching a huckster who just wants to keep the lights on one more day
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Fleecing Me For A Fiver
his hipster beard - mandatory accessory for this gentrified borough of Pittsburgh - leads him back and forth from the kitchen to the tables he serves more tables than he should I wait too long for my overpriced salad as he drops a plate of greasy wings in front of a table of oblivious professionals who judge him find him wanting without ever looking up from their phones a small bead of sweat accompanies him when he drops off my check I pay with a twenty and he brings me back a ragged five and a one-dollar bill. I know what he did. Fuck. god ****** hipster server trying to fleece me playing on social pressure betting on pocketing that faded fiver that he did not earn from me I force him to break that Lincoln I tip three bucks because I ****** well won’t let him get the best of me my indignation is an all-American righteousness so much so that I forget - forget I paid four times what the salad was worth forget he doesn’t see a penny of that profit forget that he makes less than three bucks an hour forget that without tips he won’t make rent I forget all of this in my pride at catching a huckster who just wants to keep the lights on one more day
#pittsburgh#freeverse#freedom#oppression#equality
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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