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1am

A writer doesn’t do much. Sits home fiddling with
An abstract muse. A house party stacked with writers
Didn’t do much different to any other party: Drink,
Drugs, line dancing, shards of polite abuse.

A former partner who I condemned by email for fraud,
Cowardice and greed, to name but a few, retaliated
By saying I lacked understanding of a world which
Goes by the name of business. Told me to ‘Get over it’

That action-world where people do, fiddling with hearts,
Minds and paypackets. But a party full of business
People is much like any other party: people drink
Dance, dish out dollops of well managed abuse.