Poem: Better Daze

He quit the band, to be replaced by anyone else. Fair play. His choice.

Undercut, elsewhere, by a guy working only for free beer.

Never mind, the real money is in the job at hand. If only he could apply himself.

He did. Didn’t even get an interview.

Twenty years of schooling and they

hand him an old pool-cue. What next to do?

This round better be on you.