π¨βπΌπAccountant's Story
There once was a thought I couldn't quite shake
At work between meetings, while taking a break
A presence put dwelling over my next to-do
Trapped me reconciling what's valuable from what's true
Registering that any worth written on my balance sheet is fake
I once had a thought I couldn't quite shake
Counting columns over, indexing rows of stress
Infected by speculating wasted wealth excess
Within decimals on spreadsheets, scrying spectral trouble
Seeing through the hole in the world's budget, portent of a carbon bubble
Sensing commodities collapse, cascading market calamity
Not to mention the mutual funds, the pensions, and ohβ the humanity
Living a decaying formulaic nightmare trying to quantify
Terror sums when forecasted counts don't tie
Misunderstood voodoo magic like inflated markets
Trying to make good has me instead eternally self-audit
Fearing my ghoul is just a paper trail back to me
Calculated karma for ignoring environmental externalities
Acquiring ownership of toxic assets and liabilities foresaw
Both bankrupting my kids and grave-robbing Grandpa
So I debted my behavior, credited my malaise
I divested from fossil fuels to invest in new ways
There once was a thought I couldn't quite shake:
Trying to be better isn't sacrifice when it's for your own sake