Some guys, you
Don’t know where
They come from
They walk and form
Words and, in general,
Look like they came from
An airplane catalogue
Such was the case of
A guy who had worked
At an insurance company
To which I was indentured to
He was hired to resurrect
The company, which was
In a slump, and he rode in
And sought to resurrect us all
And I’d see him in
Elevators and in passing,
Going from one important
Meeting to another
And I’d head to my
Desk and wait
For the phone to ring
(And I wouldn’t have too wait long)
And the man hired to resurrect
Us announced to the company
That he would have brown bag
Lunch sessions with employees who
Wanted to help out in the company
Resurrection
It was called
Brown bagging with…
And one day the
Company was called
To a meeting for a
State of the company
Address with the company
Heads
And I sat among
My fellow employees,
Many of whom were black
And brown
And the guy who was
Sent to resurrect us told
Us that we were, as a company,
Embarking on an adventure
Such as when
Christopher Columbus
Set sail in search of the
New world
And his words sailed towards
The faces and bodies of
Folks whose descendants
Inhabited the third world
And I looked at an
African American woman
Who worked on another floor
We sat through his presentation
And all the Christopher
Columbus bullshit
No need for
A brown bag
This son of a
Bitch was already
Out to lunch
© 2014 Tony Robles
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