I feel the pain of what my coworker is saying
Long hours and nights do lead to an absolute blight
It's hard for me to side anyone
What is this workplace
I don't recognize it
It was fun and special
Unique in every way
Now reduced to annoyance and playful grieving
Everyone on their knees seeking the pleasures of the breeze
Carving those down who don't get the message
It's such a mess whats one to do
The higher ups are squat like a bad farce
I seek the truth, in the wind it lays
Where are you seeker
Budget, oh lies
Fix this place you damned people
Before it dies
What I seek to know
Is not found
For my life dies as the world turns round
Before the answer is found
Please allow this fool to lay down
For the person I seek is but still not there
I pray I have patience to wait right here
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
