Farmers Serve the Waiters - Danielson

I will empty all my accounts to become a waiter

On hand and foot and tend to invisible hammers

Guitars and pens everything returns with purpose again

I can’t be on vacation all of the time so I take

A plough and platter and march through hell-holes

Chuckling storms

Magician jars hit and run hot stuff

Just for the fun

Just wait…

We grow head to toe as we wait upon you