Needed money,
went to talk to
big restaurant boss.
Yes,he said,
I need someone
for graveyard work.
You know,
he said,
I employ 24 workers,
all are insured.
Ok,then,I thought,
I will be
worker 25…
I was
like seagull Jonathan Livingston,
thinking is life more
than living for a fish head?
Is life more than surviving
the best we can,
as long as we can?
Is it?
I worked 8 days,
omens were not good.
I quit,
couldn’t be
just
worker 25…