The Sante Fe Banking Commission--
God, what an institution! I mean--
the pageantry! The depth of actuarial
prowess! Ardent men with white pressed
shirts who return day after day--
except Fridays, often, and the four
weeks vacation they take--and many Mondays
during football season--
…but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Where was I?
The SFBC! Oh Dear Jesus, Thank You
for God's Bankers, these men--their
love for burgers, the love of clean-
liness and slavery, to one's
passions--banking, that is--
Where am I?
God help me. I'm weeping. I'm
really weeping.
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