A Teller's Tale

He stepped into the bank; wiped his feet on the word trust,
He noticed right away she handled her bills with a particular lust,
He went straight up to her because her window was marked deposits only,
She was the prop of a merger; he was the puppet of the lonely,
She said hello how are you; he said-
I can’t help it; there’s just something about your eyes; they’re like UFO’s,
The minute I saw you I felt like I had been given to much change back,
Now there’s a renegade future out there that I need you to invest in,
And our capital gains will spawn institutions that will renumber the map,
And if the push comes to an opposite and equal shove; we’ll sleep in the vault,
And I will count your pennies and you can calculate the potential numbness of
absolute zero.
She offered to buy him lunch but like a fool he had already eaten,
Before she even closed her window he caught her cheating,
She said I’ve always loved you and he looked down at his watch,
When he looked up again she was staring at the proposal in his crotch.
Seven years latter at dinner she didn’t finish her dessert,
She said she thought she may have to go to the doctor; her mutual-fund-gland
was starting to hurt, He convinced himself that his hurt too because he liked
the medicine’s taste,
Like starving vultures at a bounty of waste.
Two hours later she said we’ve been practicing theory,
When I look into your piggy-bank eyes I just feel weary,
All the romance has gone out of our account I need other thieves to rob,
Now he’s a bankrupt-bone-digger and she’s looking for a new job.