I visited the bank today,
a deposit to be made;
an un-nerving experience,
that I fouled up I’m afraid.
Admittedly there was privacy,
with a magazine to read,
but in such an environment
I was never to succeed.
When I asked to see the manager,
to get a helping hand,
he refused my application -
such assistance had been banned.
So there I stood pathetically,
having failed in my task,
waiting for tea and biscuits…
holding an empty flask.
chris dawson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-jerk-in-the-banking-system/
