He works
Every day.
I see him there
Every time.
He tells me
That he has no life,
And I pity him.
Every single day,
Those stupid plad shirts,
Smoking a cigarette if it's not too busy.
Every day,
I see him
and he tells me to never lose my youth,
Because he lost it.
He says to go on adventures in his honor,
So I do.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
He works
Every day.
I see him there
Every time.
He tells me
That he has no life,
And I pity him.
Every single day,
Those stupid plad shirts,
Smoking a cigarette if it's not too busy.
Every day,
I see him
and he tells me to never lose my youth,
Because he lost it.
He says to go on adventures in his honor,
So I do.
© Danny Mak 2015
