The paint is wet but that does not mean the words on the walls,

written with leisurely pursuit, are wrong.

What was the bitter pill you swallowed to lose the most feminine of truths,

the art of compassion and consideration

for all you serve, or is the serving just for self advancement

the chance to take one for the team by bending over

backwards in the fawning style of a clown, a quick one in

the castle

lobby as you will be remembered for the death and suffering of many.