I slide between table shows Starched calm, the face they’ve known Ideas balanced, still warm from fire No price tag, no suggested will You smile like this is a trade Slip a bill where prayers get made But meaning never bends for money Reason, she is a voice like honey Bargaining doubt shelve the rest What belief keeps you looking best? You ask the cost, by taking a loan As if meaning, works on overtones The perfect tip won’t park the veil Won’t tune the stars or tip the scales Divine guidance doesn’t bend For charm, applause, or privileged men Pay for comfort, wine, and lies But not the voice that cuts inside No receipt for being right No cash exchange for inner sight Some order faith, à la carte Trim the edges skipped the hard They want truth that knows it’s place That never stains their Social grace They stacked their plates with safe beliefs Ignoring intuition underneath He says “keep the change”, cuz I’m assured His Uncomfortable silence has him cured Be good to your waiter, he’s just a messenger Caring questions you’d rather not measure I didn’t cook what unsettles your view A broken plate to get through to you The gut speaks once the ego bids Status clears its throat and wins Instinct, weighs untouched unpaid Like a dish that just got delayed A bigger tip won’t buy the key To consequence or clarity No divine favor answers on queue For flattering what’s false in you You can fund myth that lets you rest Truth doesn’t cater to rich guests Standing there cold it doesn’t plead It doesn’t need your currency I clear the plates, turn the lights low Same scenario same quiet no No velvet rope no VIP No shortcuts to integrity
