Business Speak

A thousand feet above Wall Street,
Investment bankers banking,
Arcanely betting pension funds
On British sterling tanking.

The rowdy shouts of raucous louts
Just thrilled to be a broker.
Grinning faces, palming aces
In every game of poker.

Up in the air of Canada Square
All the traders trading.
Do they not know nor care to know
The lights are slowly fading?

On flash cellphones, agreeing loans,
the lenders banter, chatter.
They do not know that when they go
None of this will matter.

No deathbed speaker ever spoke
Of wishing they had been less broke.
As the lights go out, no-one cares
How well they played in stocks and shares.

Friends outplayed and foes outgunned
But what is left when days are done?
A wife neglected, children shunned.
A gold watch from a mutual fund.
They wasted life and now are stunned
On time you spend, there's no refund.