What comes down the line to me
I continue on down the line to
them – in a different form.
To keep one of them in check
I invent a process for checking
them all. Call it guided democracy.
For alcohol & even for coffee
they have to open their mouths.
I listen. I keep mine shut
although I keep chatting away.
In a stress claim, I just won't
acknowledge the black and white claims
I've caused them stress & distress.
I stare. They stare back. I stare.
Thirty seconds & they give up.
Unless they go over my head
they have to like or lump me.
I hate them going over my head.
So I go out of my way to go
way over my own head &
cultivate, entertain & suck up.
It sucks but it's worth it.
When I have to roll someone
who gets to know me too well, I
look for redundancies higher up &
ease a reduncancy into the place of
what becomes another redundancy. Tough.
I promise life & life abundantly
right up until the moment I
have my next in line
bring down the axe.