at a party
it's best not to ask
what someone does for a living.
they look at you
exhausted already with
what they are about to say,
but give it a try.
they explain
quickly with words
you've never heard before,
some ending in x,
how they spend
nine hours of their day.
in short time
you are looking for the man
carrying around
a tray of shrimp wrapped in bacon
and turning your martini glass
up into the air,
to finish it in a single gulp.
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