What a time this was.
How she planned out and disguised someone elses sin.
The abuse was for different reasons each and every time
but the pain was the same, as she sought me to blame...

The orders given were from within.
Not only was she wrong, she was doing it while
her justice didn't belong...

I responded, afterall I had something to say.
As you well know nor did she like me or anything I
defended in saying...

Yes, I found the work very boring and most underpaid.
I was given an ultimatum although overly qualified.
This should declare a person nuts as the hurt
continued inside...

This huge old wreck that she created.
All wasn't fair ethics and reasoning.
They made life an imp's retreat full of lies tricks and deceit...

Eventually, the work got done. It was all extra, as they were searching for
some sort of fun, and for that I gave them none...

 Poem 3 - Example