If I were you…
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If I were you, I just wouldn’t take it.
If I were you, mate,
I’d tell that jumped up boss of yours
where to stick it.
Mate, if I were you,
I’d dance among the clouds
and liberate myself of earthly bonds.
Easy.
Honestly, mate,
I’d walk in that office and tell ‘em
they’re all full of shit,
then metamorphose into something winged,
a flapping fritillary,
and be done with ‘em.
That’s what I’d do,
if I were you.
Day six. I ennjoyed juxtiposing what, to me, felt like as non-poetic a tone of speech as possible with the poetic images that follow.