The Porter Poem by Charmaine Sinclair
The Porter
'Yes sir, no problem.'
Bother, another task.
'Of course madam, my pleasure.'
Why does my job grow?
'I'll see to it, certainly'
O why does it overflow?
'Yes sir...what? Did you say...i'm sacked? '
O why don't I have a job?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
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4/26/2024 10:04:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
in this an appearance vs reality sort of thang? ? /