Working for the head of a prominent company.
Every day on my lunch break I shoplift something from the stores in the town. After work I sit by the sandy pier.
The salty sea jerks off vigorously, spitting forms of life on the cracks of the moldy earth.
They crawl up from the chasms and make their way into soups and salads.
Handsome young lobsters don’t know, when on vacation, I am without mercy.