Norm
MalBeggar's Belief (2005)
Striking by comparison with many others of my area I was a mediocre student conversely. It was said that as a child I was especially bright and you could still see it, but it was now manifested in adolescent pursuits of alcohol and fighting. Speaking of which I can’t locate my single malt scotch, and the hour is late so I’m losing patience with the search.
Searching the room for a while, it’s clear the bottle isn’t here and I’ve turned the room upside down, looking every hour on the hour for over a quarter. The economic calendar is my calendar, none of this roman stuff for me or is it Greek. My classical education is far from complete and I’m a self-taught painter of some note, whatever that means.
Taxes are very important to me and lodging a return is my favourite duty as a citizen, despite my income being thin on the ground bringing in the New Year with a few transactions and a couple of statements of my balance at the ATM has become a ritual. Ever since my first paycheck I’ve had work, the kind of work that fills me with great pride and a sense of satisfaction. When at work its all I think of and the thoughts that run through my mind! Thoughts of work mostly is the resounding response. When the thoughts come is when the bells ring and the cobwebs have set in there.
But then along came the type of people you’d like to mention. They came in as they would in a three-legged race, often times they wouldn’t seem to know the other was there and lived independently doing things in a merry way. People come and go but the types remain the same, when they pass by I offer them crisps and cheddar and a glass of scotch which is water anyway. The idea of deceiving them like that has never sat well with me but I carry on regardless. Their concerns are no concern of mine, and philanthropy knows no bounds; as long as I receive a copy of the receipt I’m a happy little pig. All these transactions and so little reward, and it’s been said that the reward is the deed but some of us can’t get going.
Searching the room for a while, it’s clear the bottle isn’t here and I’ve turned the room upside down, looking every hour on the hour for over a quarter. The economic calendar is my calendar, none of this roman stuff for me or is it Greek. My classical education is far from complete and I’m a self-taught painter of some note, whatever that means.
Taxes are very important to me and lodging a return is my favourite duty as a citizen, despite my income being thin on the ground bringing in the New Year with a few transactions and a couple of statements of my balance at the ATM has become a ritual. Ever since my first paycheck I’ve had work, the kind of work that fills me with great pride and a sense of satisfaction. When at work its all I think of and the thoughts that run through my mind! Thoughts of work mostly is the resounding response. When the thoughts come is when the bells ring and the cobwebs have set in there.
But then along came the type of people you’d like to mention. They came in as they would in a three-legged race, often times they wouldn’t seem to know the other was there and lived independently doing things in a merry way. People come and go but the types remain the same, when they pass by I offer them crisps and cheddar and a glass of scotch which is water anyway. The idea of deceiving them like that has never sat well with me but I carry on regardless. Their concerns are no concern of mine, and philanthropy knows no bounds; as long as I receive a copy of the receipt I’m a happy little pig. All these transactions and so little reward, and it’s been said that the reward is the deed but some of us can’t get going.
