He Thinks He’ll Work in Finance

By Avery Boltwood

He (dear Christian White, part III)

is jangling khakis for a Juul,

daydreaming wet of humping dry

the Portrait of St. Goldman’Stacks,

of green-green bread gone moldy blue,

as painted by his toaster’s hand,

whose other works of note include:

Jesus, Musk, and just for taste

a smear of “FR E SH A VOCA DO.”