- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Wall Street Exorcism
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Click hereToto damnit!
Step of my laptop,
you lap-dog,
before you...
Aww fudge, now you've dunnit,
snapped the match
and pulled the trigger.
I watch it trickle
to soak my one sole chance
to shift continents,
as if...
As if that really matters, anyway.
When a class act
decomposes like so many
clipbook heroes
and the Excel warriors stride on
suit slick, noose in place,
breathe
and
wait.
You will see them
avid in agony
bemoan how, just out of reach,
how beautiful treasures
languidly perch
the informed soul
to the high voltage wire
of corporate anthems.
The good book says,
frustrating pipe-dreams
normally rob wet cadres
of the liminal context,
but not this time
not here.
Somehow, the PDAs, mobile phones
and power lunch number crunch
Brady Bunch romanticism bullshit
means jack fuck all.
And Toto, let it be known:
We're not in Nasdaq
anymore.
- COMMENTS
Belegonover 19 years agoTo someone who is leaving the house in a few moments to deal with the banalities and hypocrisy of corporate america and the financial services industry in particular, some of your phrases ring wonderfully true. Great Job.
CharleyHover 19 years agoLoved your utilization of Oz, always felt that was a statement of corporate America :D Excellent humourous entry for the corpse. Paricularly loved the pacing of:
"Somehow, the PDAs, mobile phones
and power lunch number crunch
Brady Bunch romanticism bullshit
means jack fuck all."
Angelineover 19 years agoreading this. Some mind you've got there, you nutty guy. This is just brilliantly funny or even just brilliant. :D
flyguy69over 19 years agoThis is hilarious! Thanks for performing the rite, Liar!
