Poetry from Ian Copestick

Extra Points For Sarcasm

10:30 a.m.
I'm on my
way home after
a wild,
stoned night.

Feeling tired,
but having no
hangover feels
like a blessing.

Especially when
dealing with
dead head bus
drivers.

I don't know why,
but they never give
you a straight
answer about
their route.

I think that at
the interviews
they must employ
the nastiest people
they can possibly find.

The more of a twat
they are, the more
they want to employ
them.

Sarcasm causes
them to get extra
points  too.

Or that's how
I imagine  it to
be.

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