JONATHAN

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