listen, pal
this was no giddy venture
no passionate steps
no practice of love
no waiting with bated breath
(whatever that means)
no tumult of desire
no fire of the heart
this was a venture
within capitalism
the practice of law
the abatement of emotion
the bitter clarity of work
awake to opportunity
the chance to fire someone
step up the corporate ladder
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 90 at The Sunday Whirl.
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Oh ick, not to the poem, but to the sentiment. Nicely penned, Richard. You’ve captured a corporate climber.
Brenda, thank you. He is kind of an icky person, isn’t he?
Thanks for holding steady with The Sunday Whirl, even for on-again off-again poets like me.
Richard