First Class Poem by D.N. Rebb

For those below, it is an observance
Certainly, that's the way it's always been
The rich have mastered a new way to grin
As they rhapsodize over some new plans

There are decisions that need to be made
Basic accounting one oh one at play
Chartered bean counter with his bad toupee
Negotiates stocks and bonds up for trade

Please, articulate, insufficient funds?
Looks like everybody over-enjoyed
Before plane lands, you are all unemployed
Go back to coach, while I have two more rounds