But I'm tugging on the pant leg
of all my wasted time
and begging for a chance to prove myself.
While you laugh,
a sinister cackle
as you sip your rum and coke.
You wipe at an invisible smudge
on the collar of your oxford
pretentiously.
and You scoff.
For You know
that time is like the cold bar floor.
Vile and unforgiving.
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