Mike Levin

I wrote this almost 12 years ago. It is one of the first poems of mine inspired by professional work experiences.

If A’s hire A’s and B’s hire C’s,
The question’s at hand — “Who let in the B’s?”
The B’s will take over — they’re killers, you see!
“Aye!” shout the A’s. “We can’t let it be!”

But the damage is done — the B’s have a hive.
All’s left is to run — while the place takes a dive.
“No!” cry the A’s. “Our dreams are in there!”
“Oh?” say the B’s. “Show us just where.”

There, the A’s falter, for B’s have a knack
To swarm like a bastard and drive the A’s back.
B’s win in the end — as every A sees…
At root is the problem: some A’s let in B’s.

Copyright 1998, Mike Levin