Drive on

[FSFDD]

A killer looked at me this morning,
his eyes tracked over the lines of my face,
unblinking, showing no sign of life or joy.
No sign of caring or consideration.
I wondered if there had ever been anything there at all.
I stood there stairing back at him,
unsure if he knew how obvious he was.
I wondered where he got those scars.
The things he must have seen,
The pain he must have felt.
I wanted to tell him to look around,
to see the how wonderfull his life is.
But then I saw his hands,
blackened and blood stained.
So once again I said nothing,
Jut kept it inside.
Like a quiet professional.....
and finished shaving...........



This what happens when one does not read and heed the rules and stickies. I have zero tolerance for idiots.
Team Sergeant