Perks
by Tom Murray
11/10/2002
So what can I do with
all of this resentment?
Should I vent
over a hard-level sci fi
computer game?
I don't know, I don't know.
No instruction, for that is something
you don't do against friends,
but I do know the difference between
them and aquaintances.
Friends are those that would pick you
up in Timbuktu if you were stranded
there at three o'clock in the morning.
And believe me little man, if I was there,
I wouldn't expect any help from you.
What is the good for all?
Is it to wait until a higher authority other than
myself catches on to your exploits.
Maybe it will be a lower authority, because
after all, a petty thief rebel just stands there
poking his finger in the cool breeze.
Middle-aged man with teen-aged thoughts
whose heroes are alcoholics of yesteryear.
Mitchell did more
and drink whiskey,
he also
wrote poetry as a hobby.
I found out about his softer side
while reading about him online.
Please steal your fast food napkins on your
own time.
And if you steal books from the Gate, don't tell
me about it.
You put me in an ackward position when you do.
It's not that I think it is a big deal crime,
It is just that I don't understand why you have
to steal those books when you are a card holder
and are able to obtain them for free.
And don't tell me that you consider it a perk,
you take enough liberties at the Gate as it is.