The Chief Inspector
She just sits and looks down
On others of lessen rank that are found
For she has a chip on her shoulder
Put there as she was moulded
Into what she had now become
But she did not know what had been done
For some carry the mantle true
And for others it could be a burden too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
