Irreverent Duo

 

Sure you have to be wary.
He comes in early, catches
accounts people charmingly
noisy, intimately complaining,
irking his morning of an
equally irksome traffic
involving the roads’ populace.

Trying to open the door to
his office, what better way
to demonstrate his unease
than to drop his attaché case
on the floor like a cranky
bigot, reach for the keyhole,
and so on and so forth, a
president wanting of self-
respect, finally knowledge,

thinking something lacking
in the system . . . what system?
Whose? How? Uh, we have said
it again and again. Presidents
are patron saints patronized
by leeches in our church, so
that even department heads
become figurative masters
who pass on the high-handed
irritability of the unworthy.

I, Poet, who’ve seen history’s
blossoms like industrial rivers,
predict a long—like evil—life
        for this company.

 

 

 

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