Fool's Gold

As he stared at the monstrosity above him, the edifice shined, like a newborn tortoise. New skin, but based on millenia of old-thinking. Built to endure, the harshest of weathers, slow and durable gets there, until the next steamroller comes your way. Outdated, and soon to be outfated, the prehistoric model just stood there.

So he came to me... #KillTheDean

He came to me, on #sunday evening, staring at his mobile phone, on my driveway.

"Hi mate," I said, and was about to ask him, if I could help him, when he waved a brown, corrugated cardboard envelope at me.

'Is this Muller's Court?" he asked, his head nodded at the package.

"No, it's Muller's Road, " I replied, annoyed at his intrusion.

I'd been taking my mind for a walk in a world, within a world, where I didn't have to go to work, & pretend, like all, the other jerks, & not spend time, between the rocks, a time when I am, Goldilocks.

No, not like that!
I've chunked my change,
and now, I'm feeling disarranged,
Some might argue,
Quite deranged.
But I keep, fighting on.

#KillTheDean : are you really interested?

"Are you really interested?" I asked, "or are you making fun of me?"

She promised she did, and that she wasn't.

"One of your SLs told me," I continued, "never to second mark down a paper, but to always raise the recommended grade."

I stared at her "That's the kind'v place you're running, here."