Executive Stress (Poetry)

30th December 2012
They rule his life — the wife, the kids,
he won’t admit it but they do:
ambition shrivelled in its shell,
his guitar pawned, the Harley too.

Nintendo demons howl and zap
the rebel ghost of Jimmy Dean:
Love conforms and so he rides
the corporation’s stress machine.

His dad — a miner — sacrificed
the best of three score years and ten,
believes his son enjoys success:
the boardroom groans with mortgaged men.