The gang reassembles in the old flat
it's not an apartment or a condo Mehgun
in superliminal munculate mode
due to the archetypal limbo state discovered
back in 2050 by the Lunar HoloMonks
ElVee proudly displays an apple
box of tiny green lightbulbs
'You remember these, they're collectors items'
he gathered from the wreckage of the house next door
He thinks there's a market for everything
but he's the market. 'You're the market buddy'
Later sat in Loop's room with a floral IPA
I point out their window at the new shops
which were once shady lock-ups. They're in
a low mood 'They just sell trash'
Try to lift them up 'Maybe I want to buy trash'
They jab back 'You can certainly afford it, all that
cash under your mattress'
The dynamics are the same, the main difference
is we have a Skiv-0h for the washing up. Mehgun says
'doing the dishes' of course. She's visiting as usual,
stays long weekends at least half
the week never any suggestion of paying rent
but I've learned to keep my fat lip shut
Something's off and I try to voice a thought
about cheap nanosurgeons who fail their Grade One
stitch class but ElVee waves me away
'That's such a 1986 thought, you
can't live in the past' but that's
exactly the point
It was (certainly not) the worse of times
wait a minute, it was always the worst
once we had t-shirts printed up
reading We are the Worst after the Dean's remark
The fire in the swimming pool.
'The corpse in the shopping trolley'
adds ElVee. 'And the bomb that
definitely wasn't a bomb!' pipes up Mehgun
She suggests taking
the aeriolator to the newmarket
see if anyone wants our vintage lightbulbs
Loops still likes to squeeze my shoes,
always with the shoe envy
'Green - felt' he murmurs
'They're not for sale.'
Their grandson avatar has popped up
naturally I point out these munchkins
are illegal now. Loops says it's a mere residue and
Bobin is pure fog which can't be detected
But 40 years ago or 40 years ahead
even if we are the worst I say
let's all make up and be fuzzy friends again
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