MacBeth's Dagger

MacBeth's Dagger: or a CEO Ponders His Letter Opener

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Is this a dagger which I see before me,

The handle toward my hand?

Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Art thou not, subtle vision, touchable.

To feeling as to sight? or art thou but

 A dagger of the mind, a mad obsession,

Escaping from my stressed, harried brain?

I see thee yet, in form as real as real can be

As this which now I draw.

Thou drivest me the way that I was thinking;

And such an instrument I was to use.

Mine eyes the fools of liquour-ed senses,

I shakest mine head and rubbest mine eyes; yet I see thee still,

And on thy blade the dread of paper cuts' blood,

Which was not so before. There's no such thing:

It is the bloody business, these business forms

Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld

Cash flow seems dead, and falling stocks abuse

The bankrupt death; we must liquidate,

Pale Madoff's offerings, and wither'd conglomerate,

Alarum'd by his doorkeep, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.

With the SEC's ravishing strides,  force my resign

Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm financial worth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

Thy very staff inform of my whereabout,

And take the present horror from the time,

Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, God takes,

Words I plead to courts above, forgive Thee my mistakes.

The End

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