All one needs savings umpteen
Finding an opportunity so cool
A bold heart to swim upstream
To call it quits so wonderful
The monotonous job is a kill joy
If controlled by folks crude a lot
With none wishing us even a ‘hi’
Micro management they sought
Working under an erroneous gender
Damages subject and predicate
Drains one mentally in a cluster
Facing a crafty cunning syndicate
Bullying has been a common norm
Just like a hidden secret storm
Categories:
crude(a), angel, art, assonance,
Form: Sonnet