Elevator –

In an elevator’s life
long and lightning
emergency call-out, engineers get rope burn
Boss control freak, can’t see beauty in incompetence
dropping crested corporate art works and their gilt-edge frames down elevator shafts
more thick twine, hoist up the Art Works, leave dead engineers
Sit down, sit up, beg

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One Response to Elevator –

  1. Barry Comer says:

    Save the polo shirts.

    Liked by 1 person

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