Working In the Bank

With less innocence in you, You can function in any bank: Naked words choosing very few, Tact fully frank… A real acting of the Real Jew, A face not crank. With less of our Christ And your scruples sliced, You would drop not every prank: Normal deals alone to not redefine your rank; A depositor more you thank For future surprises from his full tank, The bank’s air conditioners quit That can’t the bank dank air spank And bank cleaners not greet, Who had skipped your flank… It’s a half–holy, half- crafty bank That scarcely sank Or in banking nostrils never stank.