He worked a later shift,
So his mind tended to drift…
Noticed him gone,
And were any friends thus miffed?
In his position they dress all alike,
To be present like a guard with a pike…
How could anyone care
As long as someone won’t strike?
Wishful thinking–in his dreams—
His fantastic extremes…
Won’t do him good,
Nor they should:
Male ego easily screams.