Work World War

Little losses, small victories.

I know we're winning
because I had a boss who's done
more drugs than me.
Because one had a room for his record collection
and let The Moon & Antarctica burst
through the clatter clash of dishes in
the camp's kitchen. He worked his best then
chasing Katie through the wet months - carrot on stick.
Small victories, yes, but I'll take them.


The first guy I fire almost cries.


I wanted to write love songs.