Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Widows and Orphans-–a Speculation
-So you bet on their eviction?
-Into the snow and ice!
-And you relish it!
-More if a huge truck flings by and throws up
frozen mud!
-Just deserts in your mind?
-The widow married a weak fool and taught the children
to revere his shoddy memory!
-Well, let's leave them in metaphor, still huddled!
-Let's not, for I'm also wagering that the Goody Two Shoes
of the church will rescue them. Warm food and beds!
-So you also make money from hope?
-I don't really discriminate.
-But the times they can be most volatile!
-Yeah! Thus the more I don't hedge. I plunge!
-It could end up you out there freezing and shattered!
Ruined!
-Then I would await the church ladies and steal their
pretty purses.
-How can you live with yourself?
-I just keep on betting I can.
-So you bet on their eviction?
-Into the snow and ice!
-And you relish it!
-More if a huge truck flings by and throws up
frozen mud!
-Just deserts in your mind?
-The widow married a weak fool and taught the children
to revere his shoddy memory!
-Well, let's leave them in metaphor, still huddled!
-Let's not, for I'm also wagering that the Goody Two Shoes
of the church will rescue them. Warm food and beds!
-So you also make money from hope?
-I don't really discriminate.
-But the times they can be most volatile!
-Yeah! Thus the more I don't hedge. I plunge!
-It could end up you out there freezing and shattered!
Ruined!
-Then I would await the church ladies and steal their
pretty purses.
-How can you live with yourself?
-I just keep on betting I can.
Labels: speculation, Widows and Orphans
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Street Telling
A leak! We're no better than politicians. But let me set the stage
here: blackest week in the general plunge. Everything in the toilet,
so we had a party! And, understandably, some satire emerged.
And, yes, we did perform the now-famous Fuck the Widows
and Orphans Dance. But only after mega gallons of booze.
Anyway, I fell down in the general hilarity but others soldiered on,
our latent homos even trying to give it some artistry.
But, don't worry, no females, so no sweet vacancies offended.
Well, the waitresses, but they don't count.
Labels: Wall Street, Widows and Orphans
