He worked a later shift,

So his mind tended to drift…

Had anyone

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…

Motionless there,

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.


–Jonathan Caswell



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