A Corporate Life On 2016082920160829 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems A corporate life of meetings, and Of putting out small fires; He’d sell his soul to get away, If there were any Buyers To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
Lovely poem.
Well expressed.
haha! 😉