Ryan

Ryan

There is something about a work mate of mine,

He’s facetiously, flippant and always funny.

Better than stand up worth every penny of money.

Though speciously, indecent in his manner of speaking,

He has no filter when he speaks without thinking.

A loyal friend I have known for years,

Though he is a little wet behind the ears.

There is something about a work mate of mine,

When life seems glum, gloomy and grotesque,

I look over to Ryan carving dicks in his work desk.

When out, walking about, in the unknown.

One must give him space, in his zone and try to leave him alone.

Through out he gets a tad bit paranoid,

He debts himself and gets annoyed,

Like the mechanical hitchhiker Droid.

There is something about a work mate of mine,

He can lift a boulder above his shoulder,

Especially in the gym with his over sized limbs.

He tends to cross his grammar,

Like a paraplegic that’s got a stammer.

When saying “writ” rather than “wrote”,

And “John Daniels” over “Jack”,

Or perhaps a misquote title “Severance” for “Deliverance”

One would think to correct,

But no for are rare mate Ryan is perfect.