Based on a true story
It’s Me — The Dish Pit Witch
Hear my song
I got the day lady fired, ‘twas long overdue.
She didn’t give great care, just rushing things through.
This meant ten times the work, but I was unbothered.
Better it be done right — our promise kept true.
Purification is serious; one doesn’t fuck with this shit.
For this very reason, I make it my pit.
Oh, how I loved those nights.
Many can’t be trusted, you might not want to know.
These kitchens be filthy, the standards quite low.
I’ll take it all on, it is quite a show.
It’s not always about cleanliness, but the energy in the room.
A smile, a shining bright counter, creates a true kind of bloom.
From this place of unrecognized value, I begin a new world.
Shamelessly on this day, my pride is unfurled.
I experiment with being a cook, as a job it is good.
I’ll always prefer the pit, as well I should.
Who else will be grateful to receive grime and dirt?
Pleased am I to comply… until you need a dessert.
It’s called an aquatic engineer, keep me away from the food.
Though pay me enough, and I’m easily subdued.
Leave me to work; see waste disappear.
But don’t look too closely, I’m being sincere.
Magic doesn’t work, when anyone’s watching.
About the author:
Gustave Deresse is a Canadian writer and musical artist whose primary themes of writing include, but aren’t limited to : spirituality, philosophy, relationships, humour, love, wellbeing, the weird, and — mandatorily — self development.
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— G
