It was a cliquey place.
And I was a shadow
Of my former self.
I found it hard to assert
Myself so your comment
Was not without evidence.
And this wasn't the job
I applied for either.
I didn't connect with
The girls my age.
They were spritely
And spoke of college
And dressing up on nights out.
I was at odds thinking
I was a washed up loser
On one hand, yet
I can do better than this
On the other. The only
Lady who made an effort
To talk to me was laid off
When the cafe changed I think.
I knew a losing battle
When I saw one.
But thanks Freds sis
All the same.