there's the physicist
there's the engineer
there's the lawyer
The 3 go for a drink
they sit at the bar:
a drink before each;
they stare at their feet
Time to go home
They go home
each to their own
The physicist
The engineer
The lawyer
And each in their own bed
And each stares at their own bare feet
What's going on inside each head?
‘Why are my social skills
so, so, low down -
far more abysmal than my feet? '
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