IN THE ROOM WHERE DECISIONS ARE MADE
For The American Sandwich
Through the door, a pair of rimless glasses frames a smile that hides a scowl.
The stench of authority, a perfume we don’t care for, fills the air.
And that face, angled to suggest concern; condescends, patronises.
Phew, reminds me of Kafka, The Trial, for some reason.
ReplyDeleteNicely!
Thanks Andy; It reminds me of a lot of places I've visited recently.
ReplyDeleteWe've all been there.
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agree with b ! nice :)
ReplyDeletethanks to:
ReplyDeleteB; all too often!
Lostmermaid; authority!!!