50 People - 29 Poem by Raj Dronamraju

29

Ball Joint
Together the firms point in a questionable direction
But your last bank statement pulled the wool from your eyes

And your anger is misapplied
Aimed at the wrong target
They are a very different group than those who actually control things

Pivot Point
They told me I was too big to fail
They propped me up with offerings from the faceless jabberers

The people on the 16th floor
They are not jumping off just yet
"Don't worry....I'm not going to steal anything more from you"

Unable to move
They told me I was too big to fail
But the truth was I was just too big

Let me take over all of you
And give back those borrowed guts
To those who birthed you out of sacrifice of self