Why Banquets made me a Nihilist ( 2019)

What we tell ourselves to justify fifty an hour is on the border of delusional and insanity  

I am not the urn of coffee that you overpaid for

I am not the buffet of food I set out for you to eat

I am the motivation to take your coffee garbage  

I am the motivation to replace your soup

I am the motivation to give you more butter

I am Jack’s unmotivated banquet server

I notice the few tea bags missing

I notice the smudge on the coffee urn

I notice the order of soda and juice

I notice that none of this fucking matters

I am Jack’s Wall Street Journal

I am the buffet leftovers I eat

I am the stolen cigar

I am the wikipedia page that i read about your organization

Ladling soup at lunch is just like the soup kitchens

I can offer you a boardroom to fuck on during a wedding

I can offer you a boardroom to snort coke

I can offer you a boardroom for the hostile takeover

What we tell ourselves to justify fifty an hour is on the border of delusional and insanity  

I am not the cigarette breaks

I am not the coffee refresh

I am not the dinner cornbread

I am not the votive placement  

I am not the salt and pepper placement

The staff is eating Lamb Lollipops at your expense

Jack doesn’t care about your fucking entitlement

Jack wants to fuck you

Jack returned the rolex to you

I am Jack’s wasted life