Service Day (a limerick yo)

 

Today is service day

to Eastie we go and play

no selling of financial wares

here with BBH cares

just helping poor people for pay

Haikus

 

Thomas the intern

plays football at Williams

looks like my right thumb

 –

the train to Boston

is not at all like Mad Men

grown women in sneaks

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talk of think pieces

lie hidden from this office

wrong side of bell curve

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Accounting for funds

is B-O-R-I-N-G

beam me up Scotty

 

Drinks at The Landing

 

Colbalt skies and drinks

rayon ties and future DINKs

time flies while options shrink

not into this they think

 

divorced dad towers loom

nearby tourist boat it zooms

aquariums next door

this happy hour’s been a bore

 

Our d’happy

 

White shirts, blue skies, light beer

please let me jump off this pier

low sun, cool tunes, they think

come off it I need a shrink

 

I hate to be a downer

to be a moral out of towner

but ’tis not how it should be

idle chit chat while waiting to pee

 

The Hidden Poem

 

Will they find this anthology

this treasure trove of office poetry

if they did it would not be pretty

a mighty blow to the moral committee

 

 

The Bankers Burden (See “White Man’s Burden by Rudyard Kipling… http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/white_mans_burden.html)

 

Take up the banker’s burden,

give in to your greed

bind your taste in exile,

to serve the economy’s need

to wait for partnership,

and brown-nose for decades

is the price of affluence,

if lacking skill in spades

 

Take up the banker’s burden,

fly weekly off to Zurich

Miss your family to divorce,

then marry Katie Couric

Send your lot to Williamsburg,

civilize hipsters wild

your new caught sullen peoples,

half devil and half child

 

Take up the banker’s burden,

hold your tongue and count to three

your office moved to White Plains,

don’t take it personally

keep quiet your line of work,

might as well drive a used impala

Don’t talk ’bout it much,

or you’ll never go to The Met Gala

 

Take up the banker’s burden,

fund the next Sam Walton

giving capital wisely,

its how your kids got into Dalton

if your firm goes under,

relax you can take the heat

it will come back stronger,

sucking the treasury’s teat

 

Take up the banker’s burden,

go to clubs you like-nothing less

they’ll let you in-in six months,

though only under duress

go to cool restaurants too,

bring your friends-its your right

show up in a black car,

and ruin those hipsters’ night

 

Take up the banker’s burden,

have done your childish days

helping poor people, being creative,

its easy unearned praise

No come work at a bank

and waste away all your years

take the path to manhood

ignore the judgement of your peers