Sonnet: Mal-Administration

Some men will neither slumber themselves well, Nor allow others taking just a nap! They turn the world around into a Hell, And labor to increase their rival’s gap. The things they did when they were inferior, They will not now allow others to do; The things they do bring hate when superior; The few good friends they had are gone off too. The man who’s sane alone can stand full term! He ought to think of others ’fore himself; He must fight corruption, a mighty germ, And not let things to gather dust in shelf! Administration is a supreme art! You put your soul fully but don’t lose heart.