Strictly Distraction

The urge to debase myself, to plead, is always stronger than my need to maintain a semblance of dignified splendour. Shall I then tender my resignation to propriety and do something foolish out of a lack of sobriety? Notoriety would be the only result, though. No: I have more pride than that.

Instead: Hold back, keep to yourself, make your face go blank. Your blue funk shows—tuck in your knees and elbows. A better way to waste your time: put words beside each other and feel smug when they rhyme.