Friday, September 11, 2015

Words, Words, Twaddle, 25

Screech Out

“Reach out. Reach out,”you always say
In meetings, memos, email, too. 
And now I know just what to do
To make your saying go away. 

I know you think I am your friend,
But I will coax you to a cliff
And shove you off with forearm stiff,
And cry “Reach out!” while you descend. 

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