Waiter Gig Just Outside Salem, Ohio

I will cut the point from my tongue;
wipe all looks from my face;
I will drain the sunless seas and
measureless depths from their canyons,
let them fill with concrete and pleasantries.
I will know no fear and know no pain,
I will be asked to do more than any,
more than all,
and given little. I will be G-d,
the humble,
all-knowing and derided,
I will be G-d,
the slave,
spat upon and forgotten,
I will be.
I will.

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