Bank Job No Longer Fantastic

Can’t you for a moment be frank About his being of higher rank; That not once, not twice, your heart sank And you’d wanted to yourself spank? Nsofor whose sweat and robes stank; The smell of air in his room dank! I know your prayer is A Bank Working in one should swell your tank: On rougher days a sneaking prank That makes one seem less of a crank… Not in Nigeria of today: Just above Two Thousand a day You-please!-don’t change it to dollars: Cost of the pants of footballers… Now, one pays for iced juice one drank Or it gets debited from shank: A painful farewell to free malt, As sellers shall one later halt!