from one dining room into another

where the same sort of people meet,

extravagant psychanalystes, personal trainers , coaches,

what are they talking about,

some unexpected failure,

they have a lot of things going on,

even their eyes move fast,

all happens behind bars,

and the common ones bow their heads as deep as they can,

and gallop into the next room,

where the same sort of people attend

around the same topics, themes:

remedies, remedies.

my question: i worked for weeks now, and what do i get?

for years, some decades past since i got on with this job,

a life time without too much worries, still

cannot remember one name, friend or enemy,

inside my head, only two words occur: not again,

and i keep whispering to myself,

please not again, please not,…