Showing posts with label banking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label banking. Show all posts

Wednesday

Value-Padded



Fools may scurry, as best friends worry.


What respite does a victim need,
When he advice no more will heed?
He pads the bill
To have his fill,
Yet wonders why he can’t succeed.

No getaway, no time to flee.
The sages say, “Just let him be.”
True values hold
Much more than gold.
And pearls purloined are mere debris.

Perchance it takes a pound of pluck
To rouse a rebel rogue, who’s stuck.
No shady deal
May horrors heal.
And easy money seals a schmuck.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson


Image:
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Meme Express: “easy money”
One-Liner Wednesday: “best friends” – See subtitle.
Three Word Wednesday: “pluck,” “rebel,” and “shady”
#atozchallenge #napowrimo #SoCS #BeWoW #1linerWeds

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Thursday

King of the Bungle




Corporate enabling can lead to deal tabling.


I had a boss.

Let’s call him Gil.

His strongest suit was overkill.

This fellow foul

Did bellow, growl –

The underlings would sip the swill.

 

He’d call me in to script a speech.

We’d practice.I’d try not to preach.

But at the mic,

His rage would strike,

And Gil his ethics would impeach.

 

The audience of moguls, stars,

Would stagger swiftly to their cars

To take a hike,

No deal to strike.

Thus Gil was left without applause.

 

Ere long, his train went off the track,

This would-be king and crackerjack.

He blew his top

Without a stop.

Poor Gil, he had a heart attack.

 

Well, Gil survived, but was retired.

In his absence, much required,

Coffee poured;

Morale restored,

And profits rose, as if inspired.

 

His second was a quiet sort.

He led a solid, simpler court.

The business grew.

Well, gee, who knew

Success would come from cool comport?
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
 


Image:
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Meme Express: “enabling”
#atozchallenge
#napowrimo


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