Walkin on Air
The clock struck me down
The clock struck me down
into a crouching posture,
my face wore a frown
in the office enclosure:
time is money
always they say,
admin work's not sunny
but slavishly grey;
strong in roaring faith:
a lamb's meekness
is the flowery wraith
of strength in weakness!
So let me be clear
in my poetry,
I'm outta here
'n not a dotary!
by Oraculus on April 11. © All rights reserved
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The clock struck me down
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