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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 24, 2016

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Submitted: October 24, 2016



So you want to be a
security officer?
What skills can you
offer me that I might
consider you?
The guy Lee said.

I used to box,
Benny said,
eyeing the natty dressed guy
who sat opposite him.

Box what?
The guy asked.

Other men,
Benny replied.

The guy rubbed his chin,
and looked at the notebook
in front of him: ok,
he said,
when can you start?

Next Monday,
Benny said.

Ok meet me here
dead on 9 o'clock
next Monday,
the guy said.

Later Benny told Natanya,
and she said:
a security officer?
What do you know
about security?

Benny said:
jack-shit, but he's
taking me on.

She nodded her head:
is the money good?

It's better,
Benny said,
and no more dragging
heavy wagons around
a warehouse.

Isn't it dangerous?
She asked.

No matter; you know
what Nietzsche said?
Benny said.

Who's Nietzsche?
She said,
some friend of yours
at that warehouse?

No, a philosopher,
Benny said.

Well be careful,
I don't want you hurt,
she said.

Benny kissed her
and she became all
amorous and over him.

Not just now, Honey,
I have to get back
to the warehouse
and finish my shift.

O Benny, can't it wait?
Can't you give me any?

Night time or later
when I'm home again,
he said.

she said,
I'll be
all undressed,
waiting in bed.

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