Poem: It's All the Rage

For me, this poem puts today's world in a very personal perspective where, alas, my warts are likely to show.

It's All the Rage I want to downsize it’s all the rage Break up my divisions and sell some off Keep the fantasy and find a buyer for the mill that turns out mostly my obligations my darker side my sweaty toiling parts I want to conglomerate myself and cash in someone else’s chips Loot the retirement fund and make off with the dough Become an offshore holding company obscure and obfuscate cover my tracks while I stack the board Cut loose these weary obligations it’s all the rage And so I’ve inventoried a bit to see how it best be done But the pension fund I find’s gone south, the mill is obsolete, no buyers for my darker side and fantasy is free I’ll FAX you details anyway and e-mail my demands it’s all the rage

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.