At the CEO's Funeral

There was nothing grand or good about
The man who's lying there. His great
Achievement was to die. Now, we're
Supposed to weep and moan because
The soulless functionary, enemy of labor
Unions, even decent wages, expert exporter
Of jobs, is gone. “Good riddance,” many
Say. The hedge fund honchos may get misty.
They did well. He bought their shares,
And all the politicians who he bribed to lower
His own taxes have to find new masters now.
Maybe he'll be missed by his ex-wives and
His obnoxious children, but he left them lots
Of dough, and wasn't home much, anyway.
The rest of us will turn and go. We'll probably
Forget his name within a couple months
Because the ones who found him useful
Soon will place another functionary
At his glass-topped walnut desk, someone
Who needn't be reminded, “All must
Stay the same.”




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-31 at 17:39

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