Table Turner

What if
I were a financier?
World-class,
IMF-kind of financial wizard?
Jen Paul Getty.
I would gain the trust
of the richest of the rich;
I would lull them into a
false sense of their securities.
Then—
without warning—
I would turn the tables on them!
Gone would be their riches!
Gone would be their stranglehold
on small countries
and ordinary folks!
Gone would be their power!
Like Robin Hood,
I would give all that wealth
away;
all that power
away;
I would gift it back to the ninety-nine percent.
‘Here, my darlings!’ I would cry,
‘Here is everything that has been withheld from you!
‘Go now. Be peaceful. Be happy.’
For a time, all would be blissful.
And then
I would watch
in horror
as they turned the tables
on me.

April 29th, 2012

[This poem responds to the Jezebel Press poetry prompt for this week, which was “If I could do a job for which I have not been trained, what would it be?”]

Post navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: