Monday, August 13, 2018
American Story
Thoroughly enjoy two distinct phases
of the game...I almost said scam…
Fund-Raising and Fund-Razing.
In the first, urchins receive toys
through dewy layers of gauze.
Second, I get a car.
Almost time for #2! No pun intended.
Once I was British in vehicle as slim.
Now, paunchy American Slob in Truck!
Move with the times.
Our Chief Accountant advises financially.
Lately, with a hint of jail time. (His Gallows Humor keeps weakening, though.)
Oh well, that might be the necessary
sacrifice at the end of the orgy!
Not boring you, am I?
It’s the quintessential American Story!
LAW will lard its end.
I can sob, though...my ACE!
Labels: Charity, charity scams, con, conman, Law, lawyers, raiding, sucker, sucker bait
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Biddle-zy-Wump-Wump
A Southern Attorney General is after Jerr
for his little carnival doll.
It's not the usual Capitalistic screwing,
of course, obscene profit margin, but the
medical cures hinted at in the enclosed
brochure.
Taiwan makes the doll for $1.47 and
Jerr sells it for $38. He throws in
the large button battery.
"Wumps" walks a bit, then falls down.
Gets up, falls again.
“Children learn you can fall again and
that it's all right!”
So claims Jerr.
His lawyer tells him to expect some
brief jail time.
This inevitability brings a lecture to
the rest of us. How come the true mega
thieves in AMERICA GET AWAY WITH...?
Well, they just do. Kick against some
other pricks!
He threatens to move.
But we inform him that he's already in
the sleazy paradise of all time.
And, even in his horrible moral upset, he
seems to know that.
Labels: American, American Capitalism, con, con man, doll, Law, mail order fraud, mega thieves, toy
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
What Makes Partners Run?
-Hail to you thou Corporate Jew!
The sheep line up for fleecing.
More aggressive ones to the fore!
Only God could’ve made such a world!
-Will it bother you that I'm not Jewish?
-Bother me? I haven't been bothered
since I just missed jail time on another
scheme-dream. But that was amateur and
this, professional perfecto!
-Confidence always worries me.
-In measure, dear un-Jewish Sir. In measure.
We’ll make the suckers wait a bit. Pockets still open.
-Are you worried about new laws?
-Nah. The Republicans get bought immediately, Democrats give homilies
first. But it's all the same.
-In the Catbird Seat, huh?
-I like that! He sings the last song he heard
with his whole heart! As if it's his own.
-Sorry...but things going too well. I'm for hedging some bets.
-Hedge? Fine! Run that thing right and it's the
biggest scam yet devised by man.
-You don't object if we gain some things sort of morally?
-No way! I've been to church. Give that a
shot too. You do what you have to do.
Labels: con, finance, Financial Shenanigans
Monday, November 07, 2011
The Assignment at the Golden Gate
-We've all been conned. Ripped off by thieves, despicable,
or pillars, community.
-What's the cure?
-For many, none. But I'd like to propose a ticket
that gets punched. But major league stuff,
not the usual daily screwings.
-And when it's all used up?
-You get to present it to St Peter!
-Your ticket in?
-Well, to a special branch. T. A.
-Terrible Agita?
-Total Asshole.
-We've all been conned. Ripped off by thieves, despicable,
or pillars, community.
-What's the cure?
-For many, none. But I'd like to propose a ticket
that gets punched. But major league stuff,
not the usual daily screwings.
-And when it's all used up?
-You get to present it to St Peter!
-Your ticket in?
-Well, to a special branch. T. A.
-Terrible Agita?
-Total Asshole.
