Went lurking at lunchtime
Not that there is a lunchtime – that went a long time ago
Went
Along with walk shorts
Blue eye shadow
And good old Lion Red
There were no connections just sad, sad looks
Seated behind the engineering block
Alone
Safe from a crazed humanity let loose
The madness of a bullshit world
Where there is
Nothing to believe
Nothing to believe in
Suddenly he was there
In his suit
Calling me ‘Cinderella in the corner’
Calling me out
He was hiding too
No doubt
‘Hell is other people’
Florid, bristly-cheeked, he laughed
Toothy
We exchanged cultured nothings
Laughed
Whipped our pain into a frenzy
Then he waddled off
I kept rowing
We should all hate those victims
Who respect their executioners?
28 July, 2016
John Paul Satre
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