Monday, June 10, 2013
Piracy
We drank daily midst the wattles overlooking
the narrow river.
This early evening a pirate took to sea, standing in
a tiny skiff. "Avast ye landlubbers!"
We delivered a universal finger back.
Andy the Antagonist yelled at him "Where's your
pegleg, Asshole?"
The Pirate yelled back "You'll swing from the yardarm
for that!"
"Yeah you shouldn’t insult professions," added Billy O.
"He's heading for a do at the yacht club. Probably a real
pirate, a broker," sneered Christie.
"I can confirm former," once-Little Lucy confirmed.
fresh from her shift at The Dockery. "We're catering."
The professor put in "And I the latter. A broker of sleazy variety well-known on The Street. At any rate, Orwell says we wear a mask and our face gradually grows to fit it."
"Meaning he'll become a genuine pirate in time, if his
act keeps going over to plutocratic applause?"
asked Christie.
"Precisely. And he'll possess a yardarm then."
“Oh no!” fell Andy to the marshy grass in a fit of pseudo choking, which, though, took possession of him with dramatic intensity.
He died in Cove Hospital!
Well, seven years later...but let's hold on to a story while we can.
The broker kept his pirate act, buying a replica ship with skull and crossbones, and bona fide yardarm.
One day a junior executive will hang from it during a degrading orgy, all participants except the broker getting jail time.
He won’t escape, however, a scathing lecture from the judge. Cry in Bentley going home.
We drank daily midst the wattles overlooking
the narrow river.
This early evening a pirate took to sea, standing in
a tiny skiff. "Avast ye landlubbers!"
We delivered a universal finger back.
Andy the Antagonist yelled at him "Where's your
pegleg, Asshole?"
The Pirate yelled back "You'll swing from the yardarm
for that!"
"Yeah you shouldn’t insult professions," added Billy O.
"He's heading for a do at the yacht club. Probably a real
pirate, a broker," sneered Christie.
"I can confirm former," once-Little Lucy confirmed.
fresh from her shift at The Dockery. "We're catering."
The professor put in "And I the latter. A broker of sleazy variety well-known on The Street. At any rate, Orwell says we wear a mask and our face gradually grows to fit it."
"Meaning he'll become a genuine pirate in time, if his
act keeps going over to plutocratic applause?"
asked Christie.
"Precisely. And he'll possess a yardarm then."
“Oh no!” fell Andy to the marshy grass in a fit of pseudo choking, which, though, took possession of him with dramatic intensity.
He died in Cove Hospital!
Well, seven years later...but let's hold on to a story while we can.
The broker kept his pirate act, buying a replica ship with skull and crossbones, and bona fide yardarm.
One day a junior executive will hang from it during a degrading orgy, all participants except the broker getting jail time.
He won’t escape, however, a scathing lecture from the judge. Cry in Bentley going home.
Labels: business, orgy, Pirate, Plutocrat, Wall St
Friday, October 19, 2012
AT THE PLUTOCRATS’ CASINO
--with concluding advice
The help speeds
through the rear.
Quicker in, quicker
chance for tips. Any other
income blocked by cameras
beaucoup. Those stealing will devise
the best surveillance. Some few invited
in the side. Trained for Wealth some
day? More like to take the fall when
shit hits fan. A hedge. Unlikely, though,
if all the pols stay bought.
But in event most hellish, off
go eager underlings to Stir.
The pluts themselves demur
What hath God wrought? Plus
Senator Suckup exclaims as low
injustice even THINKING
they've done wrong!
His special tax law
doubling emoluments
for the inconvenience.
(If you don’t like all of this, try
it up your ass. You're entitled.)
--with concluding advice
The help speeds
through the rear.
Quicker in, quicker
chance for tips. Any other
income blocked by cameras
beaucoup. Those stealing will devise
the best surveillance. Some few invited
in the side. Trained for Wealth some
day? More like to take the fall when
shit hits fan. A hedge. Unlikely, though,
if all the pols stay bought.
But in event most hellish, off
go eager underlings to Stir.
The pluts themselves demur
What hath God wrought? Plus
Senator Suckup exclaims as low
injustice even THINKING
they've done wrong!
His special tax law
doubling emoluments
for the inconvenience.
(If you don’t like all of this, try
it up your ass. You're entitled.)
Labels: bribery, Casino Capitalism, Plutocrat, Wall Street Casino
Friday, June 19, 2009
Rocco and the Plutocrat
ROCCO
Hey Pete the Plutocrat! Slumming?
PETE
I always return to my childhood bakery here!
ROCCO
Very South Philly!
PETE
You can take the boy out of...
ROCCO
And put him into a Chauffeur-driven Bentley and a Main Line Mansion.
PETE
Fruits of Labor.
ROCCO
And lawyers. But listen! You’re the only wealthy guy I know who’s not crying poor-mouth, and continuously bitching and moaning about the government robbing him. Even during massive money transfer to your class from the rest of us under Bush. Now you’ll lose under the evil Democrats and Obama.
PETE
I’m guessing half a percent.
ROCCO
How about these wars? Kicking the shit outa all of us really.
PETE
Money never lost a war. Let me buy you a cannoli.
ROCCO
Buy? What a quaint notion. Take! That’s your way.
PETE
Why not say steal?
ROCCO
You were one slick kid!
PETE
I grew up!
ROCCO
Hey Pete the Plutocrat! Slumming?
PETE
I always return to my childhood bakery here!
ROCCO
Very South Philly!
PETE
You can take the boy out of...
ROCCO
And put him into a Chauffeur-driven Bentley and a Main Line Mansion.
PETE
Fruits of Labor.
ROCCO
And lawyers. But listen! You’re the only wealthy guy I know who’s not crying poor-mouth, and continuously bitching and moaning about the government robbing him. Even during massive money transfer to your class from the rest of us under Bush. Now you’ll lose under the evil Democrats and Obama.
PETE
I’m guessing half a percent.
ROCCO
How about these wars? Kicking the shit outa all of us really.
PETE
Money never lost a war. Let me buy you a cannoli.
ROCCO
Buy? What a quaint notion. Take! That’s your way.
PETE
Why not say steal?
ROCCO
You were one slick kid!
PETE
I grew up!
Labels: Bush, Obama, Plutocrat, Rocco
