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.
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