A Major Challenge

So at my school there's a conflict between Business majors and English majors.  I'm not sure the Business majors know the disdain we harbor for them, but we do.  Because we don't understand why they're studying what they're studying.  I know enough English majors who dislike Business majors enough that even if you're a double major...you get teased.  I'm just a minor...this should be better, but it's not.  I wrote this poem and submitted it to my campus' literary magazine, and it got in!  :^)

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A Major Challenge (rough draft)

(September 29, 2011 from the Poem-a-Day Project)

 

Says the Business major

to the writer:

“What are you going

to do?”

Well.

I’m going to work,

make money,

retire.

I’ll work in some business

that makes things

I don’t understand.

I’ll sit at a short desk

and push papers

till my paper pusher

pushes back.

I’ll work in television,

write snappy quips

in the first draft

and revise them out

before filming

but encourage the actors

to improvise.

Or maybe Hallmark,

writing the insides of cards

for Arbor Day

because paper cards

make sense for a tree day.

I’ll travel around the world

taking pictures

of people’s elbows,

and when I’m done,

I’ll journey to the moon.

Don’t believe me?

I’m serious.

I’ll paint my face

and study mime,

trapping myself

in a glass box

with a trapdoor

I can’t see.

Or collect pencil

shavings and sell them

on EBay.

I’ll make more money

than the Jesus toast.

Says the writer

to the Business major:

“What kind of business

are you in anyway?”

Posted for Poetry Pantry #94 from Poets United.