There’s a limit to how “close” friends from work should be.
They’re people who keep one sane during the dread of long working days.
Folks who share memes, joke in-between meetings
and complain about the superior bureaucracy.
I keep things professional, maintain my distance and act amicable.
I decline post work drinks and when the week ends, I’m extinct.
The only thing intimate I’ve shared
is my dislike for laid edges on blonde women’s hair.
Work comes first when your pocketbook thirsts.
So, I drop those in the way of getting my guap,
because I play for keeps and I’ll take what belongs to me.
Tony Montana said it best, “In this country, you gotta make the money first.
Then when you get the money, you get the power.
Then when you get the power, then you get the women.”