Wednesday, July 04, 2018
The Liar to his Beloved
Ask me no questions
I’ll tell you no lies!
goes the hoar-
y proverb.
What am I harboring here
but cheap, small sex?
Hey! Who made you D A?
Small-timey lust saunters
the meretricious landscape, so
why not focus instead
on Big-Money Russian
Laundering Japes?
Thus seizing a career
worth it in the end!
Labels: D A, lust, money laundering, politics, prosecutor, sex
Thursday, May 10, 2018
Duffels of Green
-I’d say the most important skill to
pass to the children is Money Laundering.
-I’m not sure I know what that is.
-Easy! You got some cash squirelled
here or there? Let’s say you yachted
back from Nicaragua with duffels
full of green.
-Let’s not say that. Sounds druggy.
-IRS might get that idea anyway.
-About me? I’m clean as a hound’s
tooth!
-The more of a challenge for them!
At any rate, let’s move those smelly
simoleons into Excelsior Real Estate
Trust. Just your modern crooked
business, so IRS quickly bored.
-They move on from me?
-Of course! Let’s keep you out of
Leavenworth. The tennis pro is
sewed up with years of lessons!
Somebody must die!
-And what do these real estate pros do?
-Your average slumlording. Grinding
what’s left of the faces of the poor.
-How lovely!
-Don’t worry. Their brochure sounds like
Mother Teresa.
Labels: money laundering
