Drink The Oil and Sniff The Pop

Had to go to the main office today for some goofy orientation for work today. We had to watch all these videos from twenty years ago on safety procedures and what to do if someone tries to rob the store and stuff. The best bit was the guy in the chemical safety video who tried to drink the oil and sniff the pop. He was a hoot. I also wrote, or finished writing, a poem called The Grudge. It's about the betrayal of a friend told from the perspective of "jealousy". The majority of it was written years ago and I only added the last eight lines the other day. It can be read over on White Fox: Silver Crow and on my page at fifteen minutes of fiction.