Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Rejection: a poem

Sometimes projects just don't work out as you hoped—like anything on earth I guess.

Perhaps it was your fault,
Perhaps it was mine,
Perhaps we didn't work,
No thanks,

We won't continue from here,
We don't require your services anymore,
Pack your sketchbook and grab your coat,
Remove your reflection from this floor.

It's not vindictive,
Nor have I any anger,
We just didn't mesh,
No means no,
We needn't confer.

This is how it ends,
No fix, not amends,
We're not enemies,
The learning appends.

No money for me,
No design for you,
This sounds like David,
Blue, blue, Electric Blue.


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