Contacting betters dint of saying enough
Every evening gone, roping in for superlative
Signing over orders, cooled coffee abating
The correct birthstone not warding off the hate
Enough being sufficient to massacre in need.
Universal decorum rather lost on the mannerly
Some not to be done on exit of conversation
Missed and hit, on the speed of rejection
Washing sins away from the perfected eye.
Drifted from the summary point of the argument
Wrapped up in sentiment, the past abiding,
Shivering on the bracken fungus appearing
Reasoning into a corner seeing the funnier side
Closeted revenge, fate growing into spite.
Singing songs above the racket, highly praised
Cliqued into a conversation, alas and welaway,
Manufactured time going it's own way
The cargo of entertainment is still running dry.
This fattened drink, sweet and unnerving,
The moulded clique, work-forces carved
Drunk on the job, secretarial amissing
Gone from failure to weakness, dissenting
Sanitised for proper bearing, a dimming eye
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