As we sail.

The dish pit is a hectic and peaceful place like the raging sea. The ships are the limitless plates that are circulated around the area. And the water? Well the water is the sink, the dishwasher. The drying racks a the rocks on which the sirens calls the plates into safety. And as they pile high i understand that this is what i want to do. Cause I’m the dish bunny. Not anyone bitch

 

but my own.

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Wailing without the weary, we push on in the face of abuse. Looking for the few, who enjoy this kind of work. This truth that we are needed is enough. So long world we are in the pit and as the world rushes on and as we sail between the peaceful still waters, and the raging turbulent wrath of the boss, and the dishes.

 

 

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