'Brother get them back clean'
Monti said, more to the dishes than to anyone
On the western front
The service industry
The new home of gallantry
With low light and booze
And fast music and equality
We create ease for earners
Our better-thans and former classmates
We're impervious to doubt and fear
Our movements and carriage are perfect
In these late hours
While the others dance, we work
And prance behind a veneer.
We're the proletariat
Tired and tattered
Eking out our livings in the dark
Repeatedly forever
