After my quip about some auditors write more like e. e. cummings than auditors, I recalled my favorite poem of his. With apologies to cummings, I recast it into auditor worldspeak.
auditor lived in a pretty hard town
(with up so floating many tests down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his pass he danced his fail
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for auditor not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their shame
fun swoon cars pain
managers guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that audit failed them more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
auditor laughed his joy he caught a thief
hand in jar and caught by logs
payroll’s any was but too small
someones lied their everyones
smiled their cryings and hid their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they stole their dream
wars pain none soon
(and only the CFO can begin to explain
how staffers are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many tests down)
one day auditor fired i guess
(and HR stooped to slap his face)
guilty folk hurried him out the door
smirk by smirk and fix by fix
all by all and debt by debt
and more by more they hide their creep
someone and anyone tax by april
wish by cover and work by crime.
Women and men(both fat and cat)
summer autumn bitter spring
reaped their slothing and hung their brain
run ruin scars pain
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