Ode to A Financier

by Eman

There are so many ways I can say
How I hate your stupid face
And how you ruin my day
In this ungodly white space
Your shrill voice that breaks
Everything that makes me human
Those pantsuits, for god’s sake
Make you look like Paul Newman
Your condescending smirk
Could make god’s angels want to die
And the demons’ souls that lurk
Behind those hollow eyes
Oh how I’d love to drive
A stake where your heart should be
And for once feel alive
While you smirk lifelessly

I hate this.