It is cold.
The air conditioning whirs,
A monotone song.
Just like the excuses
And avoidances
That stream from your mouths.
Stale air.
Can’t you learn?
To stop making excuses,
And stand up to tell the truth?
If you’ve got a problem –
Spill it.
We’ll fix it or we’ll fight it.
But at least do something.
So bring it on…
