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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Father's Business</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leo bends over his desk <br>Gazing at a memorandum <br>While Stuart stands beside him <br>With a smile, saying, <br>'Leo, the order for those desks <br>Came in today <br>From Youngstown Needle and Thread!' <br>C. Loth Inc., there you are <br>Like Balboa the conqueror <br>Of those who want to buy office furniture <br>Or bar fixtures <br>In nineteen forty in Cincinnati, Ohio! <br>Secretaries pound out <br>Invoices on antique typewriters— <br>Dactyllographs <br>And fingernail biters. <br>I am sitting on a desk <br>Looking at my daddy <br>Who is proud of but feels unsure about <br>Some aspects of his little laddie. <br>I will go on to explore <br>Deep and/or nonsensical themes <br>While my father's on the dark hardwood floor <br>Hit by a couple of Ohio sunbeams. <br>Kenny, he says, some day you'll work in the store. <br>But I felt 'never more' or 'never ever' <br>Harvard was far away <br>World War Two was distant <br>Psychoanalysis was extremely expensive <br>All of these saved me from you. <br>C. Loth you made my father happy <br>I saw his face shining <br>He laughed a lot, working in you <br>He said to Miss Ritter <br>His secretary <br>'Ritt, this is my boy, Kenny!' <br>'Hello there Kenny,' she said <br>My heart in an uproar <br>I loved you but couldn't think <br>Of staying with you <br>I can see the virtues now <br>That could come from being in you <br>A sense of balance <br>Compromise and acceptance— <br>Not isolated moments of brilliance <br>Like a girl without a shoe, <br>But someone that you <br>Care for every day— <br>Need for customers and the economy <br>Don't go away. <br>There were little pamphlets <br>Distributed in you <br>About success in business <br>Each about eight to twelve pages long <br>One whole series of them <br>All ended with the words <br>'P.S. He got the job' <br>One a story about a boy who said, <br>'I swept up the street, Sir, <br>Before you got up.' Or <br>'There were five hundred extra catalogues <br>So I took them to people in the city who have a dog'— <br>P.S. He got the job. <br>I didn't get the job <br>I didn't think that I could do the job <br>I thought I might go crazy in the job <br>Staying in you <br>You whom I could love <br>But not be part of <br>The secretaries clicked <br>Their Smith Coronas closed at five p.m. <br>And took the streetcars to Kentucky then <br>And I left too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Koch">Kenneth Koch</a><div class=q>
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Gazing at a memorandum 
While Stuart stands beside him 
With a smile, saying, 
'Leo, the order for those desks 
Came in today 
From Youngstown Needle and Thread!' 
C. Loth Inc., there you are 
Like Balboa the conqueror 
Of..."></div>
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