Even the last servant in the servant’s line finds the bowl empty.

Privilege digs a spur of expectation into the flanks of the servant class.

The impatience of the rich falls like a jack hammer on the heads of the poor.

Dark skin too often serves light, but justice is loved by all her children.

The success of ritual deference rests on the laurels of the self-blinded ego.

Those who wait on others wait on themselves.

To be served loss; to serve gain.

To serve is to pick up on humility and take her to the dance.

When I pick up someone else’s trash I begin to nicely murder my own entitlement issues.

You not me is me for you.

There are no chores only ours.

Pleasing is pleasing.