Still another from my endless supply of youthful excesses.
From the Tomb of the Unknown Executive
When I set forth in industry each day
my thoughts were parsed in sharp execu-tese:
nouns turned to verbs the proper corporate way
by bulleting on focused strategies.
I dreamed in PowerPointed pros and cons:
strengths, weaknesses, advantages and threats -
replaced emotions with comparisons -
this gain, that loss, those assets and these debts.
But now I scribble lines bemusedly
as sonnets with a touch of dithyramb;
select with pentametric pedant’s glee
each shadowed word; and carefully enjamb
the diverse turns of life and poetry
in one last twist: I think, therefore, iamb!