Monday Meetings!

Monday meetings and powerpoints, No one knows what they bring, Trying to understand those pie-charts, Sleepyhead doesn’t recall anything.   Why do they torture me,  As if I have done something wrong, I can’t leave this room now,  Or wander out for long.   The coffee’s bad, the tea’s sad,  Both aren’t of much help,…

Shot in the dark

Shot in the dark, He made a mark. No one knew what he wanted,  if only his last wish was granted. Captured in the alley, right from where he began,  Trying to evade them, he always ran. Picked up a gun when he was fifteen,  In one of his neighbourhoods, kinda green. Grew up playing…