A Bad Day at the Office


Hassling away, the spitting effusive fight continues,

With little attention to harm done,

Only winning inventive is considered a prize.


Time to leave, make changes, consider alternatives if the pain continues, unabated.

Even after shouts of incompetence are diluted by distance.



Brighter than a summers day,

The Red Door is Open.


Inviting me in to the cool of the kitchen,

The Red Door is Open.


The scullery maid has some fresh lemonade,

The Red Door is Open.

Awaiting my company and the weather report.

The Red Door is Open.


Even though, she knows it already.

And opened the Red Door for me.