Poetry By
C.B. Anderson
Published on: 2/2/2016
Trained Fast to the Fast Track
He placed his coins in even stacks of ten And lined them in precisely ordered rows. He washed his hands, then washed them once again, Lest any uninvited pathogen Be carried by his fingers to his nose. He placed his coins in even stacks of ten, A prudent strategy for if and when They needed counting. Done, for now, with those, He washed his hands, then washed them once again And added half a gram of pure cayenne To portions near the area he chose To place his coins in— even stacks of ten Bear watching. Grace concluded with "Amen," He ate a meal with perfect ratios, Then washed his hands. He washed them once again And went directly to his paneled den To call his broker. At the Market's close He placed his coins in even stacks of ten, Then washed his hands and washed them once again.
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