They are imprisoned in dark suits and air conditioned offices Alsatians ready at the door on the saliva carpeted floor.

They spend their night in jet airlines would change them in mid air to show how much the dare

Drunk from the vertigo of never catching their tails they never seem to know when not to bit their nails

Their new addiction fortifies their livers they're getting there while the going is good they've no time for dreamers

                                Lost Friends                                                                               By Lenrie Peters