finance

hounded by guilt and shame
in fury, in flame
i entered the classroom of finance
there was a toll and a tax
to be paid for the fact
that i’ve managed to survive
be alive, be alive, be alive

took my seat shook my feet
in terror of defeat
to the spectre of yester

“Where will she hide?”
“In whom, confide?”
“Attention!” “Attention?!”
“ATTENTION!JESTER!”

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Suffice it to say, I learned nothing about the tax regime that day.