Sharing the stash

At lunchtime, word is passed around

of a session starting at the lake

tonight at sunset

and Manx is enlisted, as always,

to buy the beer.

Rumour has it

that Patrick

bought a stash of dope

and is willing to share it with Manx

in the interest of peace,

although I’m not stupid enough

to believe that includes me.

I don’t want their dope anyway.

All week Angelo’s been sucking up to Patrick

and making snide comments at me,

like the scratching of mice in the ceiling.

Manx promises me an extra bottle of beer

because,

as he explains it,

the more beer we drink

the less for sharks like Patrick.