A hundred handshakes. Two hundred random smiles.

"Thank you." "You're too kind."

The mantras of my religion.

Of suits and ties.  Posture and teeth.

Saw in a list once - "Accurate Descriptions of your Major."

Accounting: "Sell your soul for money."

And I laughed at the honesty of it.

"It's been a pleasure." Really it hasn't.

I can twist your FRS to match the IRS,

Rewrite your AIS or TPS,

With the GPA from my MSA,

And fully supported by the AICPA.

But it all means N-A-D-A,

When I apply the letters to life.

Like a Shakespeare quote in finance.

Or Wilde in an MBA.

Whilst my peace grazes down his pasture.

One white stocking away from symmetry.

One good jump away from perfection.

And he doesn't care at all.