The next morning they are at your office
At 9:30 the door remains locked
They continue waiting in vain
You turn up with red eyes

At the door, you do not greet the clients
You throw it open and slam it shut
With a crash, scaring the clients
You say ‘I am sick and will visit the clinic’

So you exit the office leaving them bereft
You say nothing, but pin a brief notice
‘I am sick, out for clinic, clients see me tomorrow’
You walk away without a backward glance

In the afternoon, I see the yellow logo
With the slogan ‘Going Rural’
Parked at the Tina Tina Bottle Shop
One carton of SP Brownie and a Black Rose

Are you serving the public office?
Or are you serving your personal self
With no consideration for the taxpayers
The people deprived of your lawful service