Poets, Inc
Part 1
The straggle into the board room, as usual was a bore
Idly quoting poets long dead, only this and nothing more
Howled when we learned TGIF fridays were forever gones
Terrible gnashing of teeth, moaning as we fanned bygones
Shouts of poets rebelling, tweeting, only this for evermore
Part 2
The question was asked how to whitewash this poetry threat
Perhaps fly them to the Zanzibar Meet on the corporate jet
Hoping they would argue ad infnitum over poor Carrol's license
And no one, not even the ceo, would notice their absence
Only this we ask and nothing more, just leave the corporate pet.
Part 3
After hours of arguing themselves silly,
Paid careful attention to Recuerdo by Milly
An Edna Saint reading that is, that brought tears
And wiped away those petty, bourgeois fears,
Even returning the pet, saying goodbye to pissiness.
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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