At The Pub.

At the pub
I arrive
somewhat reluctantly
somewhat transiently…

Spotting
my boss
and the CEO

I say

“Oh hello, may I be your friend?”

To which
they
pause

look at one another
awkwardly

and say,

“Ar well… actually…”

“Oh that’s ok.”

I quip
in

“I didn’t really want to be
your
friend
anyway—–”

I laugh.

I turn.

Awkwardly.

And go sit at the table
opposite them

feeling vulnerable
as
shit.

—————————–

So it’s a juggling act
this
work
stuff.

A flexible hard hat.

They want my degree/s.

My jazz.

My soul.

But not me.

and for 40-fucking-K/PA fuck you very fucking much.

—————————-

For you of me,
yeah
there on those days
when
I wish
I was
an inheritance baby

like Leonard.

Like Leonard.

x.

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