FUCK YOU, BANK!

by John Rocco

by John Rocco

I don’t know who you are but
you murdered Shea Stadium
and then asked me to close my account
because you couldn’t stand all the
“irregular” activity, overdrafts to heaven
overreaching the overdrawn accounts of the dead gods.
I’m sorry, Bank, but that’s how I bank
biting into the seeds of time
to see when this check will bounce
and this one will sail away home.

So hear this, Bank
FUCK YOU
and your accountants and tellers
and giant safes and guns and desks.

FUCK YOU, Bank
for the entire system of banking
that drove Pound crazy wrong
the Rock-Drill Cantos broken on
your terrible underbelly.

FUCK YOU, Bank
for closing your cold steel pussy on
John Dillinger, Public Enemy #1.

FUCK YOU, Bank
because I have several pints of crazy shit in my veins
and all you have is a shit load of money.