Dubious Margins
Stoned Ferret's Woodland Wanderings
Jan 26, 2024
Bloodshot eyes behind horn rimmed glasses,
A low-grade toupee and the fattest of asses.
At a cardboard desk, sat staring into space,
Losing people millions, stuffing sweets into his face.
Dotting t's and crossing i's, his files make no sense,
He lost the Smith account because he sold their stock for cents.
His coworkers are fuming, sick of fixing his mistakes,
As he eats lunch with Patrick Ewing, dining on fine steaks.
When he's reprimanded, he just nods his head and smiles,
His minds a blank, devoid of any thoughts for quite a while.
The CFOs in panic mode, the firm is in a bind,
This dubious accountant tries to kick back and unwind.
The company is bankrupt, people rage at him in spite,
He shouts "4:20, blaze it, bro!" and skates into the night.
In honor of my favorite holiday, as well as #NationalPoetryMonth, enjoy my piece "Dubious Margins." He's the worst fuckin' accountant you've ever seen, but thankfully he's not yours.
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