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Why I’ve got today
This niggling feeling
Like I’m The Principled Nazi
Lieutenant With a Conscience defending
A downed RAF pilot
Of pure shamrock Irish stare
(And this for fookin’ nuthin':
He’ll die, of course he will, shot
In the head by some Gestapo and I –
I’ll never make it captain).
Sorry, mate, I tried, but
Listen up:
You’re a temp,
Cannon fodder
With runny emerald, puppy eyes,
Just another stick man
Down a recession
In a cardboard
Box.
Me?
I’ll never leave Sales.
Fookin’ ever.

daniel-aristiDaniel Aristi was born in Spain in 1971, thus he turned 40 already (and is trying to get to grips with this fact). He studied Economics and also French literature. He has lived and worked in places such as Indonesia, Bolivia, Bosnia or Belgium. He now resides in Botswana with his wife, Reshma, and their daughter, little Ria. Daniel’s work is forthcoming in Off the Coast and The Mas Tequila Review.