All he could see were numbers <br />that reached out and grabbed taxes <br />and takes, invoices and expenditures. <br />He could not see explanations of delight <br />that little mistake I made with fringe benefits, <br />those royalties that never came. <br />In the end his only concern was to pay the taxes <br />to build the roads, skyways and airports <br />where he would travel and stay. <br /> <br />I wondered how he slept at night <br />cocooned in numbers <br />just 1-9 with a hefty zero <br />that made the difference between rich and poor <br /> <br />I wondered how he could survive on numbers <br />no cucumbers, sunshine salads, beach beauties, <br />high waves of reckless living, low tides of penniless nights <br />and endless days of counting little many times over. <br /> <br />He said to me once: Save every cent, <br />fortify yourself against depression and <br />natural disasters, don't spend lavishly <br />there's a price to pay <br />cut up your credit card. Live austerely. <br /> <br />Oh yeah? . That same day I got an extra CC, <br />a nice Merc, some good looking sunglasses <br />(to shield my eyes from the accountants glare) <br />and a cruise to the Mediterranean <br />where the blue waters beckoned. <br /> <br />The accountant visited the GP <br />twice more than me that year. <br />I'm still working the fat off at the gym. <br />(I suspect petty poets do the same thing all the time?) <br />Author Notes <br /> <br />Anyone know this guy? <br /> <br />Check this Novel out! <br /> <br />The Chrysanthemum Trilogy: Transition <br />Marshall E Gass <br />ISBN 9781493137848<br /><br />Marshall Gass<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-accountant-2/
