Monday, May 08, 2006

A Banking Poem

I love this banking on the internet,
So fast and simple for the simple tasks:
One makes demands, then waits, and smiles, and basks
In glory shared, as bright as any yet.
Complexity begone! I was all set
To move some money, which is all one asks
Of banking. Some men do it wearing masks,
But I was once convinced they were all wet.

I tried the internet, the telephone,
I even thought I'd try the local branch,
But they merely abused me, made me blanch,
Told me I was ridiculous, a drone
Who shouldn't be allowed a sharpened stone.
There's blood still flowing here that I can't stanch.

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