Resignation sonnet *

In my destiny I had no control nor choice,
ransomed by others and other random trifles.
Weight of responsibility with no authority voice
(I'm not in the habit of casting pearls).

What I've been asked to do is a waste of trees,
my integrity, skills, and learning restrained.
It is clear you don't value my work or expertise
(You don't teach Michelangelo how to paint).

No space to create, to breathe, to innovate;
burdened with conventions and process needless.
Henceforth my situation I shall ameliorate
(Begins with pain, rhymes with my genius).

It was not fun till it lasted,
in a fortnight I'll sure get plastered.

 

 

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A resignation letter on Valentines Day in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet


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