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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
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
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