Where will I be in fifteen years?
You sure ask complex questions.
I can’t exactly pin it down,
But here’s a few suggestions:
I might be chairman of the board,
Some Forbes 500 firm,
I might be on a river bank,
With rod and reel and worm.
I might read nights like Justice Holmes,
And then become a lawyer,
I might study psychiatry,
To treat my paranoia
I might give politics a whirl,
I think I’ve got the feel;
I know that I’m to proud to beg,
And shake too much to steal.
I think I’ve got a book inside,
Of heads unbowed though bloody.
I might coach teenage MBA’s
Am I coming through, good buddy?
I’ve “synergised” and “MBO’d”,
And “zero based” my share,
Go find someone with fewer stripes
To prove your questionaire.
My life runs one day at a time,
Tomorrow’s dark and murky,
And all I know beyond that is
I won’t be here, you turkey.
-Edward C. McManus