They -
The Wolves of Wall Street
Wanted me to shine
Their shoes;
Wingtips, loafers and pumps
Dumped in a clear plastic bag
During lunch-break
Me,
The temp from Ghana;
Me,
The HBCU fast-tracker
With a college visa
And a massive crush
On Vanessa;
Before the scandal
Me,
The coffee-hued
Marketing Mgmt major
Schlepping
In the mail-room
At Sachs;
Goldman Sachs
Where future CFO's,
Hedge-fund Gurus
And Climate-Change Deniers
Are spawned
Where Guardians of the status quo
And the chasm
Between coffee and cream
Gather, stir and scheme;
The Clansman's dream
Of a perfect latte
Just grow them beans,
Jimbo
Just be the black sheep
Of your destiny,
Jimbo
And shine these fother muckin shoes...
AYO
~P
.......
Jamesgpaulsr.com (bio/portfolio)
Facebook.com/poetrybyPablo (poetry/digital art)
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 6:26 AM UTC
They -
The Wolves of Wall Street
Wanted me to shine
Their shoes;
Wingtips, loafers and pumps
Dumped in a clear plastic bag
During lunch-break
Me,
The temp from Ghana;
Me,
The HBCU fast-tracker
With a college visa
And a massive crush
On Vanessa;
Before the scandal
Me,
The coffee-hued
Marketing Mgmt major
Schlepping
In the mail-room
At Sachs;
Goldman Sachs
Where future CFO's,
Hedge-fund Gurus
And Climate-Change Deniers
Are spawned
Where Guardians of the status quo
And the chasm
Between coffee and cream
Gather, stir and scheme;
The Clansman's dream
Of a perfect latte
Just grow them beans,
Jimbo
Just be the black sheep
Of your destiny,
Jimbo
And shine these fother muckin shoes...
AYO
~P
.......
Jamesgpaulsr.com (bio/portfolio)
Facebook.com/poetrybyPablo (poetry/digital art)
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