At your very service

At your very service

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Good comes from
those who giveth
while bad comes
from those who taketh.

And what about me
you may ask?
Well I’m just
the middleman.

Close to the edge
down by the corner
over the line
under the skin
call me Conscience
at your service.

How can I help you?
I’ll have three bags of guilt
and four bags of forgiveness, thanks.
Have here or takeaway?
Takeaway and I’ll have
chicken salt on the chips.
Coming right up!

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 18, 2023
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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