CARRIER

© RYAN GUILEY

Some may question my reliability,

But I will disprove the people in doubt,

Being 13 years old, it was my ability,

Reading a textbook, and knew how I felt.

I wanted to be an accountant with passion,

I learned all about debits and credits,

Until I was 17, I knew the fashion,

Getting the concepts as I read it.

Thinking to myself, not enough laws,

They are so general and totally open,

As there could be so many flaws,

That the reliability was so broad notions.

Then I took a law course with contracts,

I knew all the terms and a valid signature,

I took that knowledge applying all intact,

As, I would apply to accounting being mature.

Working in a collision shop, I had the vison,

I learned all about cars, where to find info,

Realizing why there was so many divisions,

How the mfg. label was not so simple.

It could be easily replaced,

As, I knew they had loopholes,

So many past years that faced,

As they had tax havens worth gold.

Then the night I held onto Denise so tight,

I saw a light in the sky and realized,

A plane? Then, I thought of a satellite,

As later, in a seminar it was the right size.

During college, I was inspired,

I took many business courses,

As I had ambition and desire,

As, I gained my own sources.

Then one day, I went to a seminar,

It was all about banking finances,

I arrived early, as it set the bar,

A satellite feed that made my stances.

How they had their own channel,

Picking up a signal from a carrier,

That no laws would govern that panel,

But I assumed, it wouldn’t be inferior.

Since, it would be an easy spot,

I always kept that day in mind,

All transactions should have been caught,

As, I never left that info behind.

In university, more teachers arouse,

One teacher had a company structure,

I was educated, and like to browse,

Of the loopholes, he didn’t have to lecture.

I learned about union contracts,

After watching a video, I just knew,

As, I had all the loophole facts,

As that day, would always drew.

Then it happen, I became a witness,

What I had prior knowledge on,

How this could be missed,

It was all true, as they did wrong.

It was always stored in my mind,

But I had to somewhat rewind,

More info will not be left behind,

As, it all started with that sign.

The “satellite” poem, it came out,

As it was back and forth to me,

Storing it again, for another route,

As, one day I wouldn’t let it be.

As we stopped for skids,

I could feel the impulse,

I stored it in my mind with a close lid.

As it was my idea and is not false.

I left clues so I could remind myself,

 As, I would retrace with indicators,

The prior facts were on my shelf,

As, I used sometimes hidden lures.