Thursday, September 18, 2008
The Procession
-I heard you before you got here. We take the profits, you
get the losses.
-Our mantra. We have bankers, brokers, insurance dudes. And your
government, John Q, in its infinite wisdom and in loving memory of
our generous bribes, has bailed us all out.
-And now you're celebrating. In togas, yet. Wrong look
for fat, pink shoulders. Except the women swarming around.
They sure look wild. Some frenzy!
-They're a part of a serious, religious, ritual. Our Dionysian
explosion of gratefulness. Prodigious Screwing comes later.
All for the right reasons.
-And the wine, phew! Everywhere. Perhaps you could spare...?
-Not a chance! Not your end of things. We don't flick
any fuckin flagons to finks.
-No harm in asking.
-Ah that’s where you’re wrong. Great harm! Know your place!
-Wow! Three guys carrying an immense dick!
-Vulgarity entirely inappropriate! It is a sacramental object!
-What will you do with it?
-Stick around.
Labels: bailout, dionysian, rewarding criminals, screwing John Q
