Gratuitous Gratuities

When setting tables in a restaurant,
You find your hands are full much of the time;
The same is true of service; I don't flaunt
My body, but it seems that it's no crime
For guys to pass right by, then make a grab,
As if they owned the place and all the staff;
Some whisper that they think I am a slag;
And others simply grip fistfuls of ass;
 
Well, fuck the lot of them, is what I say,
A simple spill of soup might, I guess, serve
To screw the twats who think it is just play
To be so hateful as to grope the curve
Of female flesh; regrettably, it's true:
Misogyny stays king despite #metoo.