I came here for the ocean breeze
to hear the lap of distant waves
this was written for all to see
on the page of a resume

this seems romantic at first glance
a desire to work in glamour’s place
you’d wonder why a frown betrays
other motives now in play

another face there to serve
legion questing to relax
I live to serve all their needs
would you like fries with that drink

no longer are the wages earned
palm trees etched in the dusk
beauty framed as the sun sets
now I lapse to why I’ve slaved

anonymous in austere bliss
the retinues reduced to one
serving meals without refrain
of any voices beside my own

I’ll now admit that seaside views
are the same as cityscapes
when the outcome is the same
becoming faceless in paradise.

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