the good old days

is what he wants to talk

when we were friends

kids in arms against the world

when life was sunny

rosy tinted views

even if I don’t remember

it quite that way

he was feckless back then

& I was no better

until our lives diverged

the days of shit jobs

for shittier money

held no appeal for me

while he felt

it seems

honesty lies in hard work

nose to the grind

not that he’s had much of that

in the past ten years

living on welfare

got a government home

talking now of fighting the man

reliving our glory days

as I sit wide eyed

oh really

wanting to bite the hand

that feeds you

that’s your best plan?

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