I walk outside into the glorious day.
The sun shines brightly,
another lunch time,
another can of coke.
Sweet as honey.
Sickly sweet.
I find time to sit
in the shade,
enjoy the beautiful day
and sip the sweet nectar.
Such a change from
the stuffy offices –
air conditioned and
closed and
controlled climate.
My Brother. Oh brother...
I have a brother
who thinks that he understands
all about my condition.
But, deep down
I think that
he thinks that
my condition is
all caused by a combination of:
low self-esteem,
not thinking positively,
bad diet, and
a guilty conscience
(presumably about either
not working hard enough,
seeing prostitutes, or
forgetting birthdays, or
some crap like that).
He has lots of good intentions
but basically he can’t
come to terms with
the fact that
I earn a good salary
(not unlike him)
but I spend all my money
(basically on myself)
with not much to show for it,
and he has a wife and
four kids to support.