She is astringent neurotic and militant
About how she wants things done
Haphazardly calling the shots
Enforcing rules and making her rounds
I passively asked her to back off
When I told her not knowing how I
Perform by way of emails sending me
Off to do better tasks and tripling down
Makes me roll over with sickness
At night who can find peace when
This is a means for finding out
Authority never bodes well with me
You’re not good enough that you’re
Not keeping up with a new standard
That no one has walked you through
And I look up to a bright pink hue
That is glowing above me it’s
Just the sky but formally spoken
I almost wished that it was aliens
For a moment just thought it might be
Convenient living in a world with
No room for error even in the tiniest
Regard just a little breathing room?
Who can be the stickler to a
Practice they know nothing about
Parading around giving orders
To those whom you have not a clue
What their industry entails
To work it out it’s like managing mansions
When you’ve only lived in apartments
Your whole life and again the sky
Creeps in ready to assist me in
Forgetting about what the world around us
Isn’t really making an effort to
Understand and the grass looks red
In this arrangement of orange ambered
Sidewalks dressed in the remaining leaves
The frost is new and so is also tomorrow
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Poétique 