I tend to think God was an accountant
Who got his figures slightly wrong
and that’s why old people
have to make way to get the figures right.
Depreciation of assets and
the consequence of it – ‘ the great rubbings out ‘
need never have happened if Eve had
been more interested in QuickBooks
than biting into that sweet apple
In consummation of her stretch targets.
If bookmakers lose the art of creation
They will be evermore beholden
To the beautiful silver machine.
It is silver cos Adrian took me on the tour.
There were three of us
Me, him and his conscience
And some say : one of those were left behind
when he finally got his coat.