Transactional Analysis Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Took a seat next to a friend in the bar.
Greeted him with 'Hey'
To which he replied, 'Yeah'.
And we sat quietly sipping our beer.

I noticed he was twisting something
Between his thumb and forefinger.
Rolling it round and round a bit.
Nothing much else was going on.

So, I said, 'Interesting.'
To which he replied, 'Yeah.'
And we sat awhile.
And he held it up to the light.

Curiosity killed the cat, they say
So I asked, 'Could I see it.'
And he seemed surprised,
Unwilling to share it, I surmised.

Then after another sip of beer,
He offered it to me
So I could more clearly see.
Although, he seemed somewhat at a loss.

I took it carefully in my hand
And held it to the light
Yet I still did not understand,
What it was that held his interest.

So, I said, 'Don't think
I ever seen
The likes of it.'
And he said, 'Yeah.'

It had a soft texture
Pliable to the touch
And somewhat brown
But not too much.

'Interesting.' said I,
As I rolled it between
Thumb and forefinger
The way I had seen him do.
'Yeah.' Said he.

'Where'd you get it? '
I enquired as he finished his beer
And stood to go.

'My nose.'