Best Headquarters Poems
A Forced RetireeWho had gone to the Headquarters
With my real age and a wagging tongue?
Who at The Board pounded me with mortars
From a determined snitching lung?
I guess a fellow while still standing
Didn’t aromatic gossip mind
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Categories:
headquarters, anger, anxiety, career, cry,
Form:
Rhyme