I don't feel very receptive today,
Apologies. The office is out of hours,
To open whence it can; for the staff are hard to come by.
So it's only I, and simply me on which I can rely.
So, Excuse my eyes, they are not mismatched; simply misjudged and misjudging.
Excuse my stoop, it's not intended.
Excuse my tone, my heart has been suspended; my voice is on leave.
In addition, my brain has called in sick so you must excuse that too.
The soul has called to let us know, that he has since resigned.
Because we know an empty desk is an empty mind, but, to me, that sounds quite preferable.
In fact, the office is quiet; as quiet as I,
So most of all, you must excuse me.
About the Creator
Ben Attwood
An aspiring Doctor, Writer and exaspirationalist. Realism, the sombre, humour and the profound.
Check back regularly for whatever I feel like writing about; at least a piece a week!
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