the realization of numbers
descending
away
hasn't dawned in her
mind's matter of
gray
if she doesn't wake up
from complacency's
story
there will be nowt left
on the listing's
inventory
it'll be too late when we're
all looking for a
job
due to us not having
goodly figures in the
mob
surely she can sense
our positions are at
stake
as the total amount has
become an
earthquake
under previous heads
we've not felt
insecure
but with her holding
the reins we're in
manure
for over seven months
she's buried her
head
like the ostrich who can't
see impending
dread
it is perfectly plain
to everyone else
around
that the units have
slipped onto the
ground
she'll open the file
which will say all
absent
the last manager was
a little too
complacent
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
the realization of numbers
descending
away
hasn't dawned in her
mind's matter of
gray
if she doesn't wake up
from complacency's
story
there will be nowt left
on the listing's
inventory
it'll be too late when we're
all looking for a
job
due to us not having
goodly figures in the
mob
surely she can sense
our positions are at
stake
as the total amount has
become an
earthquake
under previous heads
we've not felt
insecure
but with her holding
the reins we're in
manure
for over seven months
she's buried her
head
like the ostrich who can't
see impending
dread
it is perfectly plain
to everyone else
around
that the units have
slipped onto the
ground
she'll open the file
which will say all
absent
the last manager was
a little too
complacent
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