For your Poe-etic reading pleasure:
The glassy blue eye
Glances, no glares, balefully;
His intruding boss.
Stressed he is for time
As are we, the underlings;
But, no sympathy.
But, that eye, that eye!
Poe saw it, that glassy eye
That drove a man mad.
I'll not kill my boss
Though I fear no tell-tale heart;
I'll just remember.
The glassy blue eye
Windowless window of soul,
Haunted, tired, burdened.
But, no sympathy?
A two-way street, a highway;
Too bad, glassy eye.
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