be anything

those days

where work

was a thing we did

to earn easy money

pass the time between drinking

& if we quit

there was another job down the road

nothing was taken too serious

where if the foreman

got up himself

blown out by self importance

we’d fuck him around

lose his lunchbox

shift his plans around

set fire to his newspaper

while he was reading it

put salt in his coffee

be anything

than full grown men

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