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I pay no heed,

but we have joggers.
If no heed is paid here
at the Cliff House where
brunch is being served,

why when we lock eyes
with either of the three men 

bobbing by outside, in full 

view, do we muscle up.  Or,

more accurately, do we
declare, “Let’s muscle up!”
It’s all feelings after Xmas
depression and we have

lists to lay like pavement
and then rearrange at 
which we stare blankly
before checking slices off. 

Firstly, afford a car?  Never!
Next of course, save up for a 

new kitchen? Dreams! Self-

evaluation says we afford no

thing. We regroup. Cruise 

more joggers. Self-pity is
less of an evaluator,
but it knows that I afford

nothing. Not a thing.
Reassess. Remove
myself from the
dream of having

brunch at Cliff
House. Refrain from
the primary goal of steak
and eggs scramble, of 

self-evaluation.