Thirty is too old
for the club
for the booze cruise
here I am
twenty five and tired
of the overpriced drinks
and shitty bands
he is always in a hurry
I can offer
the rest
is out of my hands
the slow burn of bad years
have taught me to learn
I yearn for a student
he doesn't understand
he is always looking
for a means to the end
I have nothing to offer
I call him a good man
teach myself the value
of the means to an end
