A Banker Who Smokes Weed

And...
May we have a drumroll please.
What ARE you doing?

'I am rolling.'

I said 'DRUMROLL' fool.
Not 'DUMB-ROLL'.

'Oh.'

And...
Drumro ll.
Thank you.

The winner of the race,
In the chase to acquire...
Is...
It seems we have a tie!
However...
Those who have lost seems to be,
The creditors who issued loans...
To the ones living in homes underwater.
And even with foreclosures...
Are asked to remain in them.

The winners?
The bankers and those who smoke weed,
Confessing today they are gay.

'But aren't they the ones who issued the loans? '

Well...in a way,
You are correct.
However...
If you are a banker who smokes weed,
You can lose billions to pocket.
And then make claims you can't remember it.
To snack on bunches of munchies openly,
And with legal support for such actions.

'Are we all insane? '

Only those without a medical prescription.
And holding out with hopes of a return back to normalcy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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