Walking Papers
The ruling, wiling format
accustomed to its mitt,
concerned with daily door mats
to will their lifeless wit!
The cloister of content staff
all theirs, all ours, all kit
Ne're once restricting floor mats
approval as their gift!
Enhance no me're adjournment
I am not here to flit,
the truth in essay's crow spat
is sameness, sameness, spit!
And so, grave not my gross craft
that essay of de script
the truth in escrow's culled hat
remit, remit, remits!
The same old story's lulled shaft
continuations rift
to fill, to write, a form in
relating to its shift!
This labor's just a bore-in
remove me from the raft
my walk away just score in
I owe you only that!!!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2010
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