Be mine

I want you so

I want your house too

And your car

It’s lonely here on Wall Street

I’m 24 stories up

All those teeny tiny people

I want all their money

Today is a good day

To scroll through the clients

Figure out some passwords

Clean out old people’s accounts

I love you so

I’m thinking of you now

As I transfer funds off-shore

I’m 24 years old

Would you like to power-walk

Over to Bryant Park?

I have some old documents

To search for at the Library

Today is my 24th week here

My boss is a feminist bitch

But I’m setting a trap for her

I want her job

Do you like my poem?

Does it speak to you

Of all the things

You’ve ever wanted?

Why are old people so mean?

Don’t you think they should die?

I’m working on that

I love long power-walks through cemeteries

We’re going to ask for

Another bail-out this year

Just like in the ’08 elections

I’m going to buy a yacht

I want to have your underwear

I have these needs

I’ve only had 24 lovers

I want more

I will keep twitting you

Until you give in

I will kill your parents for you

I know they have money

I have to go back to work now

I’m sabotaging the bitch

I want her office

I want to fuck you in her office

Do you see that I am

A deep thinker?

A sensitive soul?

A mover and a shaker?

I have 24 pairs of shoes

My credit card is Visa Black

I do not read books

But I will write on your underwear

I have these needs

At the end of the day

I stare at all the bottom lines

Some of them I snort

So be my Valentine

You will be number 25

All the rest are dead

But I might let you live

Oh it’s lonely here on Wall Street

I hope we have a meeting today

I love meetings

They let my mind wander

Love you so

XXXXXXXXX

Invest in tasers and prisons

You’ve made me hard

I want 24 billion dollars

To start with

BFN LOL OMG!

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.