Boss

Years later,

we seemed to cross paths

inside the Virgin business class lounge.

I should have said hello.

Whatever.

I was out of it.

I thought I had swine flu.

I like to talk about how I first did coke with you.

How you met a lawyer online and

had a sadomasochistic relationship with him.

Years before,

it was playful enough.

But I think something deep seated and spiteful

reared up

when you passed me that dog suit

and instilled in me the nature

of hard work.

My mum did that already

with a stupid hospital laundry job.

Covered in shit.

Thanks a bunch, mum.

I once cleaned encrusted milk product off the pipes

of a dairy.

Thanks,

a

BUNCH!

You could have had me scraping gum off the floor,

or kicking the professors back into line.

I mean, anything really.

Do you know how I made it look like

I was doing overtime?

More fool you!

I was glumly looking at porn.

Hmm.