Executive Poem by Catherine Casey

I’m feeling so executive
While riding in my jet.
Something those commoners
And lazy men don’t get.


See my speed - a wowzer!
Such G-force. Fields a blur.
If head was out of window
My toupee would a whir.


I’m feeling very pristine.
I may just drop some hath.
Scatter a few squillion
And let them have a bath.


How utterly intolerable
The thought of landing soon.
Thank goodness for my oxygen,
Without it I would swoon.


Of course I deserve it all
Concise flattery, adulation.
And I’m from such noble stock.
The absolute in education.


Red carpet I’m expecting.
Silken slippers- ninety three.
Oh the choice of sumptuousness.
My darling. That's very me!