He comes around six.
Before the day ends.
You love him and hate
Having absolutely no idea
Where you two land
This time.
He say “call me Mr. Lazy” and the tone of his voice tell you more. Much more…
He promises a refuge from things of the world,
A refuge from the people who make you get bored
Of the endless labyrinth of daily office routine.
Even though you know that sometimes he gets mean.
And even when he steals from the purse of your boss.
You know, you will forgive him, you will, of course.
Because he took you that far.