suspicious tonesA Poem by delapruchna.whispers at the workplace drive the pretentious mad when the want to be talked about favorably for really any reason at all is overcome with a paranoia that things might not be quite as kosher as they were once thought to be--- suddenly a heightened sense of listening & a day that drags on longer than the actual minutes & hours might reveal makes a horrible work week for the person wanting everything to be perfect like fresh spring peaches, but instead finding quickly that no one walks without a reputation of being a complete a*****e at least some of the time. © 2012 delapruch |
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Added on April 13, 2012 Last Updated on April 13, 2012 |

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