The Economic Collapse

The Economic Collapse

Last night I dreamt
I was working with The Snake again
Selling mortgages
Subprime.
Or failing to
In my case
Because of my…
Scruples (?).

The office manager was there,
Whose name I don’t recall.
The nicest guy,
Quick to smile,
Pale as milk.
I think he snuck a nip or two
Behind his desk
From time to time.

Noticeably absent
Was our real boss,
The Big Man
In every sense,
With multi-syllabic names
Sizeable enough to match
His disproportionate mass
And personality:
Stell-i-an-os Pan-a-ga-kis.
Say that without smiling
And I’ll sell you a subprime loan.

Thank you boys
For the memories
But not for
The economic collapse.

Shortly after I retired from my brief career as a loan officer, our economy did this.

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