When the fire is burning and your tears are stinging and they want to bring in that thing to stop the fire from burning and you suddenly turn in to Mr fuckin’ perfect because they must not suspect that you came from the second’s department and you’ve never been right
and there’s always a bastard with a light just waiting.
let the flood through
it’ll have to be one in the queue
service around here is slow.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.