Pink Slip

He buys a round

of pink slips.

Worry not,

it won’t come

to you but

it will find

a throat

that will have

to chug it down.

First round’s on

he who hasn’t

a care in the world

bulldozing

knocking down

what’s real

to find what

he thinks is lost

in the past.

He’s a sad man

with a clown jig.

I cannot bear

witness.

I hold it.

I’m not pink

slipped through

the cracks.

Is it enough

for the sad man

to not know.

His is a slip

I don't envy.