Mentee!

 He came to the old house
Paint thick on the antique doors
Attempted protection hidden nostalgia
his walk was protection his life a chore

Conveyor belts along corridors
lazy legs appreciate not having to move
Uniforms radiate values nonexistant
Formal symbols of what the heart should contain

at the end of the corridor is middle age
The feeling one has done everything humanly possible
An elaborate lie designed and perfected by habit and fantasy
Until he opens the door between career and sensuality

An admirer shares his disgusting appetite for sarcasm
The obvious familiarity of family stand the unpolished trophy
A weight of pride if nothing else a collectible braggable piece of kit
whereas the new toy manipulates his ego

The old house has a slight odor of mould
For the simple maintenence that this man performed
was now neglected as was wife and children
For the satisfaction of one man, himself