I use to hold my head down
to think
over a 3 compartment sink
washing pots and pans
with my bare hands
rinsing, sanitizing
I had plans of rising
ideas and dreams about some things
but, in the process
no pot or pan went unclean
kept a pen and pad in my pocket
sometimes I wrote and could not
stop it
the cooks looked, down on me
while piling on the grease
burned on stuck on things
for me to scrub offf
but, there was no love lost
coz, my dream was to
one day be the boss