Facebook becomes obsessional
with all fingers and phhffts, when
the damned thing doesn't work;
what is that, we should be doing
at this time
- work.
Clients sleeping like little lambs,
pre-slaughtered
damnations of the demons,
they carry
the life they/we/us have;
curly, larry and moe,
the stooges of the night shifts
me, Jenni
and Natalia
the spicy polish sausage-woman
sat in the office, eating strawberries
So then,
it's our last night
we shall rest soon;
till the next time.
We shall dream of Smithfield ghosts
and policemen and scroats smashing
car windows! - little fuckers!
O' for the love of money
and time, this is the rise and fall
of nursing on the hoof
normality is what we wish for;
but the job doesn't provide
there is no hiding place,
for addictions that creep
into the minds of staff
and clients; alike
we become the night
and the un-dead
surely, we should be in bed!















Loved the description of you & your friends eatin' strawberries. G'night, my Friend. Sleep tight. 
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