Impromptu Connect
The Team Wants to Meet
"Can I call you real quick?
It would be easier to chat."
Words to make my stomach sick,
Words to prepare for mental combat.
Meetings that could have been an email,
While I sit and dream of gin-soaked cocktails,
Rolling my eyes with the drum of my nails.
Is she chewing on gum?
Why is that one so dumb?
I want to scream and yell;
My emotions go numb.
Who hired this guy?
That one flat out told a lie.
The clock ticks its tock
Time slowly goes by.
I don’t understand the job that you do,
I don’t understand and it seems neither do you.
But we push on through,
And we smile polite,
It’s nearly Friday, the weekend in sight.
About the Creator
Amos Glade
Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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