Review……
(Wreathed Sonnet)
Year ends, nowhere I'm near target;
market quiet thinking--who'll buy;
Oh! my boss won't allow bargain;
Clear-cut guidance, he'd say, can't fly.
I'll try, damn sure Boss will fire me.
Know he doesn't believe to pardon,
Jargon like last year can't save me;
Fresh plea this time won't be pardoned.
Afraid boss will throw my logics;
profits figure with sales data
too he'll review, no more logic.
Project aim is clear to him; he
won't free my tension, felt nauseous;
Project to re-assign later.
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