Performance

Mundane is my will,

Mandatory is my selfish quill,

Mirth is what I want to bill.

Duty is no more selfless service,

Duty is all about servile crevice

Doping the boss for quenching avarice.

Elegance is lost

Eloquence becomes a frost

Elite becomes farce's nest.

Perfection becomes a forgetful chapter,

Plethora of opportunities lose adopter

Performance of conscience miss helicopter.