Windows in Time

she stands there,
without an ounce
of flair..
into the broad light
heavens she stares..
and announced most
profound.-
" Don't shoot the messenger"
with a sharp intake of
breath..yet I doubt
she even knows what
or where fore the line
she spouts, has found
it's way into our
vocabulary of 
modern day, dog eat
dog, narcissist and 
slowflake bitchyness
of the workplace,
and I smile, like
I'm non the wiser,
she thinks messenger
is an internet provider,
if I hear it one more time,
it's like a honeyed sweet...
syruup tongue,
well rehearsed,
a rhyme they bang out as
a gong,
when they've nothing
remotely unique of their
own intellect to add
to converse..
" don't shoot the messenger"
came too late,
for two non googling
messengers from
Denmark's sorry state...