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November 22, 2013 / Sez

#100poems Twenty Seven: Assistant

If I’m adventuring through time
I’d rather be called an assistant
To an alien of superior intelligence
And treated like a friend

A brilliant job
With a decent boss.
And pay commensurate
With mortal peril on a weekly basis.

Human liaison and public relations officer.

I don’t want to be friends
With hinted benefits off screen
Companionship may grow between us. But cannot be enforced
With empty titles.

Thanks @redclaire


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