it is the eleventh hour
I hurry, wobble and fall.
Time being at the moment
I finish all too soon.
The decision right or wrong
good or bad, I do not know,
I close the deal and walk away.
Eyes do follow me.
Those emit anger,
I have sealed, do not care
of what others think, I am done.
I proclaim,
A little too ambiguous
I like to open up. A nomination
for a post to an undeserving
person. I want to object.
Etiquette prevails, I refrain
from stopping the proposition,
as I feel the position is of choice
providing a chance to all.
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