This is a poem about a dispute I had with the manager at work. I was in my early twenties and I felt that I was unfairly treated by work colleagues as well as the manager. So I refused to undertake some duties and was sent to head office as a result. Here is my version of what happened in a poem.
The day of reckoning finally came
As I neared its menacing frame,
Of bricks and mortar, a shiny glaze
That set may a soul toppling ablaze.
I took counsel to feel no shame
And air my grievance without acclaim,
But sat in judgement void of feeling,
My assessor, whose time I was stealing.
In his left hand my lowly scroll
Upon which his pen took a stroll
And sullied with words of disdain
My fiery ambitions dampened once again
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