Sonnet: Mal-administration

Some men will neither slumber themselves well,
Nor allow others taking just a nap!
They turn the world around into a Hell,
And labor to increase their rival’s gap.

The things they did when they were inferior,
They will not now allow others to do;
The things they do bring hate when superior;
The few good friends they had are gone off too.

The man who’s sane alone can stand full term!
He ought to think of others ’fore himself;
He must fight corruption, a mighty germ,
And not let things to gather dust in shelf!

Administration is a supreme art!
You put your soul fully but don’t lose heart.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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