What Can I Get For You?

Not what I want but

what you want.

Reduced to a service

no bodily needs in sight.

Not my values but

yours.

The niceties of civil engagement

thrown by the wayside.

Or shoved in your face and

up your nose.

The temperature of milk

holds my day in its clutches.

Sticky and slimy and

oh so demeaning.

The pain in the morning and

the pain in my feet.

I need insoles and

I need meaning. 

But with a smile,

what can I get for you?