He said he was an angel
but he didn’t look so good.
Asked him what was up
“Not me, man—
This job sucks.”
So I bought him a draught
and settled in. “I thought
the percs’d be pretty good—
I mean, unless you’re
somebody’s guardian angel—
I’d hate to be mine.”
“I do hate it, man.”
And he drained his mug
and stood up—“See ya, pal.”