She came in, overexcited
Seemingly exalted
For some higher purpose
That ultimately shun her, sent her home
For shame, the state she was in!
It seemed an exelcier wellspring of pain and tormented agony
Distorted, slurred, her perception blurred
A flat tire, she claimed
Her great stature defamed
For naught, that what she was on prior evenings
Was something calm, relaxed, still breathing
But when she stepped into the world of upset
All that was adept turned around
Revealed sad, stony eyes
Could not concentrate
Could not do the things which came natural
Just look at this woman's peril!
Sweeping here and there, breaking without care
The porcelain sheep in every one's trusting figure
A splinter she caught
In the form of a syringe
Before she came to work
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