On the way home this Friday afternoon
I walked into the supermarket. I
Walked in there with only one intention:
To buy bottles of beer, as I’d stayed dry
All week, and got a lot done. Then, to my
Surprise, as I saw queues at every till
Workers like me all lining up to buy
Their Friday night booze, waiting for their fill
Their ticket to oblivion, cheap thrill
Eradication of failure too soon
You have to laugh, they say, or else you’d cry
To my surprise, I thought: Save on that bill!
And so I turned around with elation
Beating the impulse to curl up and die
Fri 10 Oct 2008
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