Monthly Archives: March 2014

Office poem #2

I gave you Poe and ravens, I gave you Grecian urns.
I sifted gold from putrid, infested silt.
You wrapped it all as your own, leveraging sparkling assets.
And now that you are free of insipid, quotidian hassle,
I am queen of an empty castle.

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