To a promotion, you, their blinding client,
The eyes that caught your look desired to lever;
Still, on one market we were not reliant,
And where the world is good we chide it never.
Instead we redeployed the whole division
Till second sight became our secret sauce;
The body’s heart thus beat with corporate vision,
And minting prophecy, was blindness boss.
Blind eyes yet dread a public exit’s roadshow;
Dead spheres, therefore, make bankers’ living sight
Returns betokening not IPO:
We’re always unreceptive and polite.
Yet cash flow little salves that corporate soul
Which burns to sell at last and cede control.
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Please Give Me Your Opinion Of A Poem I Wrote?
Posted on November 14, 2011.
Anthem for “Occupy Wall Street” perhaps? LOL In these unsettled times of corporate corruption, long-term downsizing, persistent unemployment, and $4 gas, this may be the last and best way to expend one’s creative energies. Little else matters as it once did. Good poem, Eric.
Wow. Just wow.
A great use of words, I couldn’t fix up this poem if I wanted too.
This poem has great use of figurative language devices (rhyme, rhythm). I could see this in a poetry slam, even as a song.
Very powerful. Kudos to you and this poem.
Amazing, you have a talent!:)
An A for word use, but I suspect it is jabberwocky.
it’s nice, but please can you say it and put it on the youtube
i wanna hear you out 🙂