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The Questing Friends

We look for pizza

Strolling through roads
lit by streetlamps,

and the moon and stars

I’m so happy to
have found true pals

After all the phonies
All the supposed supporters

Also, is that the sky?

The air sweats
It’s Friday, we’ve finished uni

Until next week
Maybe it’s Saturday

A gang of us
Five friends

We met last year
In our first year

We need pizza
We have the munchies

We may, ah,
have smoked a tiny bit of weed

Good thing my girlfriend
isn’t around, wouldn’t approve

Don’t remember where she is
But she’s not here

Need something greasy
Nice and oily
 
Pete glances around

“Man,” he says,
“I’m hungry

Plus horny

Let’s find pizza soon,
and some chicks

Beautiful, beautiful chicks”

Matt grins, moonlight glints
in his hazel eyes

“Easier said than-”
“Tom! Hey, Tom!”

We all turn

I blink, not sure
how many times

Donald James,
in the same course,

strides up to us

“Fancy seeing you here!
What are you guys up to?”

“We smoked a bunch of weed,
and now we’re looking for pizza,”

Tom says, running
a plump hand through his dark hair

Then he laughs

Donald laughs,
then immediately stops

“You shouldn’t do drugs,
you know,” he says,

then suddenly grins

“Anyway, how are you guys
finding the latest problem in Physics?

I thought I understood
Maxwell’s equations, but…”

“Yeah,” Tom grins,
“has me stumped”

Donald frowns

“So, you have no idea
how to solve it? None?”

Tom smiles
“Well, that’s not true…”

Two hours later,
and we feel we’ve begun

to almost understand the problem

I’m glad I have
such smart friends,

Physics was always
my weak point in the Science degree

I’m really doing it
to become a data analyst

I mean, Physics
is fascinating, yeah

It’s astounding to try
to unravel grand mysteries

But I could never
be a physicist

I’m just not persistent enough
And I need to pay bills

You can’t do that
answering the sweeping questions

Not usually

The dope’s worn off,
and now we only have

the haze of star twinkle

And the moon
And many other lights

And this sweaty air

But while drugs
can be a great blast,

the key is to find
true companions, and pizza
Written by olliec (Oliver Cocks)
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