Faint flicker of a smile
fused into his mouth
"I told you so" shape
comissure treachery
Curled edge of it knowing
As if to kiss my awkward moment
He presents ill views of me
yet no evidence does he give
I watch to see if his tongue forks
His cupids brow works the pilthrim
Casting sarcastic sorcery
In words, my underperformance
He secures his savage snicker
Delivers consensus of negative opinions
His voice climbs an octave
Hands me a document as if gift
I have two weeks
must return company property
Emits a micro-scoff
Throws me a pen playfully
"You are fired"
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