Everybody Owns An Office
Everybody owns an office,
Though not already swiveling its chair;
Everybody, custodian of some promise,
To think differently, simply unfair.
The yet-to -be jangling -the keys to -it
Isn't to be dismissed as unfit
Between Mr. Dalton and Lady Eunice,
All repositories of some gift
Before their last breaths have it surface
If not stupendously, more than a bit.
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