I was working as a waitress in this big gallery. I looked at the price list and added everything up
it was about 3 mil
I despised the whole situation and wanted in
The Gucci, the Pucci 
I want it all 

The uniform had the words art, amour, something I could actually
feel the words sinking In my back
I told the guest beers are just ahead 

Boss said we do the walking they do the talking 
 
This polish girl was really nice she wanted to be friends and kept talking to me but I didn’t engage much 
We had uniforms
She’d been looking for a job for 8 months with her husband they were
Starting a new life In die schweiz I felt lucky 
cuz I had a steady income and I had a 
little job in a little 
country 
in a 
Bigass gallery
 
Things were fine The words were in
I thought I didn’t care
 
I looked at a painting for an hour
my drinking booth was right next to one
I decided I didn’t like it
 
We served wine like motherfuckers
 
Guests  seemed happy
even though you have millions 
people are always happy to have a free meal 

 
but maybe they just like being served
They will Spend and Invest in whatever 
 
I want it all
 
The table ran across the whole gallery
A mahogany snake White
Linen
 
Poking through pink faux wax was sexy
The cork smelt like musk 
I said yes,
It is dry
 
The Main course was ravioli which under impressed me 
I was expecting lamb or
fish but maybe 
they were on a budget or wanted to be dietarily
Inclusive Like 
the bathrooms which were at the back with 
the personnel and we all had to share the same which 
was disappointing 
 
 
Boss was nervous so I got more nervous
Boss wanted in like I did
 
Desert was chocolate cake with raspberries and crème anglaise it was Rich
We served them 
but ladies refused or only ate a bit except for that one lady in the flower dress
with the pearl hairlip 
she really liked cake

Polish girl told me I could take a break 

The ravioli had qualité
I could feel the ricotta it was Italian the chef said artisanal but still
Not Lamb