Sunday, May 27, 2018
Misrule
-About that time, King Menton, the Entirely Mad, declared that henceforth his subjects could not eat!
-MEM?
-One and only!
-Didn’t the rich cheat?
-Grew fatter. Besides, they had all joined
The Police.
-Who had to enforce, thus had to eat for energy? Unsustainable situation! Off with MEM’s head !
-Not so fast! He signed the new decree,
then, allowing all citizens to join up!
-Thus we arrive at today’s police state!
-You arrest me or I’ll arrest you!
-But there’s no interest in pursuing the
holdouts, the hard criminals, murderers and rapists etc.
-They weed out their very worst.
-Hmmmm? Have we...reached Utopia?
-I’d say yes.
Labels: arbitrary rule, citizen, famine, rule, wealth
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Sighs the attorney
“Thirty days till Blood Week.”
“You have your instructions.”
“Ax the Unholy Seven! Clear enough.”
“Disloyal Incompetents!”
“But I’m feeling repercussions like
the pre-echo on an old LP.”
“Not your worry.”
“Will be if they sue.”
“Honey the exits!”
“Consider it done! But, speaking of
Honey, divorce final in a day!”
“I started breathing again last week.”
“And the other lady packing up.
Bit too slowly. Your termination
clause with her is solid, but her
shyster brother’s a lawyer, so
they still think they can extract
more from The Big Guy.”
“That’s allegedly me. More pounds
of flesh off this fifty year old hide,
and I become the little guy again!”
“Won’t let that happen! Why you
couldn’t afford me then! But...
I’ve got something pleasant for you.
German knockout came over to
marry senior honcho of conglomerate?
But he stroked out and is presently
Babble-o-Rama!
She wants you! Pure and simple.
She read Business Week Profile.
And her deal is no deal. She signs
nothing, nor do you. Has her own
money, believe it or not. At any rate,
she has put my cynicism to the test!”
“Uh huh? I do believe I’ve heard similar
melodies.”
“I quote ‘My desire is to serve him
completely. End of story!’”
“I’ll meet her. Haven’t laughed
recently.”
After two weeks, he cancelled
Blood Week.
Thus Cherchez la femme for
good things too.
Labels: divorce, firings, Law, mistress, power, sex, wealth
Friday, March 16, 2018
On playing fields of Eton,
lush mid future power
lushes,
Waterloos get won!
Can you, like, imagine?
Mistresses of such men can
not, since pretty myths
try few male subtleties
of earnest sport
and jolly war.
Or, mayhaps,
the feminine
bullshit detector
kicks in.
Labels: Eton, feminine, male, snobbery, Waterloo, wealth, Wellington
Friday, August 18, 2017
Process
Pack grew tired of hearing
You should see your face!
So, wealthy, he hired a
photographer to shadow
him day and dark.
At bedtime, he ran
the pics on his iPad.
One night he died farting.
Labels: death, ignominious death, indulgence, indulgence and weslth, photography, wealth
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Beautiful but...
Our Beatz was a vibrant
teen, electric!
Quieted down to a
breathtaking beauty.
Married twice to Mega Loadeds!
Entered that percentage
after second divorce.
Lives in Boca. Twenty room
penthouse. She owns the
building.
Runs a charity. Unpaid.
Looks tremendous!
Many would kill to be
invited to her parties
for the cause.
“Countess Beatrice” in
the local columns.
An all-round guy is always
there. Chauffer, masseuse.
Uh huh?
Oh! I never told you how
dumb she was. How naive!
Some cute stories there.
Labels: "dumb", beauty, Boca, Charity, wealth
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
In Another Country?
over, they smeared
the outside windows
with shit.
Exuding, they so in-
sisted, perfume.
More snide moments
followed for contrast.
Being a Movement.
Won’t last, a bitch,
but many will get rich
from dancing
fear. Words do, though.
Scholars exist
by parsing them
in handy nooks.
Labels: exploitation, movement, party, political performance, politics, propaganda, scholars, wealth
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Matisse
left leaning against storage door, Spudwell walked
outside to the auto accident and subsequent
screaming. Then the legalistic debate in the furnace
of a street.
Key of C-Sharp.
-So there it was! A million bucks for someone, a route
guy, a homeless, anyone, to pick off! How long...?
-Hour. A wonderful discussion! Very detailed by two
guys who’ve never been wrong. BMW versus Porsche.
-You, the billionaire nitwit jury?
-Oh well. Insured.
-And if some opportunist hooked it? How about the
sick feeling then?
-That’s hired out too.
Labels: art, art market, billionaire, carelessness, Matisse, money, painting, wealth
Saturday, February 18, 2017
After "Breakfast"
The others covered me
with garbage.
Fresh, so it still gave
off some heat.
Then they all chanted the
Hymn of Praise to The Wealthy.
For in other sectors the garbage
flash-burned into the air, and
not available.
There The Wealthy are cruel, or
the intellectual ones, Population
Controllers.
The children blend the chant with
their games.
I drift away into an odoriferous nap,
pleasantly listening.
Labels: diystopia, garbage, Population Control, poverty, religion and wealth, wealth
Friday, July 15, 2016
Direct
Not that he was one for radical experiments,
but Ash revolted that Spring day.
Pale knot in front of his building, and crude sign:
FAMILY HASENT EATIN!
Up to his office, but has had Doorman Charlie bundle them
into his limo for a trip to the boatyard.
Now, Secretary Jeanine texts Hobart Grimsley there.
Sml yacht delv 2wks. Train this crew!
His old Captain back, of course, but woman
to handle galley. Man, bartender and
general mate. The one cockeyed girl
helping her mother. Other girl, waitress.
Just his business partner along for the
shakedown cruise. Nursing frosty gin and
tonics as afterglow slides silkily under.
“Gotta...be cutest waitress of all time!”
“Thinking of marrying her.”
“You’re some Libertarian! Fuck anybody!”
Labels: boaitng, Family, hunger, inequality, Libertarian, poor, rich, wealth, yacht
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
High Standards
-That’s it! She put my jar of cashews in the frig!
-New to her! Give her a chance! She has one shot: you!
Or it’s back to Wasooga Land!
-Preferably!
-She’ll never get another visa.
-Then you and the Church better work something out.
I wash my hands!
...
-What a prick! Did she hafta go back to sure death?
-As luck would have it, the New Revolutionary Force
marched up Park Avenue, ended up sending HIM to
Wasooga Land. She and a boyfriend stay in his penthouse,
and put all sorts of things in the frig! You’d never guess!
-That’s the only Case of Justice I’ve ever heard!
-A few more before the inevitable Reign of Terror.
-Can’t we head THAT horror off?
-Not before we purge the Wealth Spawn!
Labels: African, Reign of Terror, revolution, rich, wealth
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Rich Is Better
His college partner did affect European Manners,
knife shoving food up the back of his fork.
This sort of fey behavior persisting, Clip moved
to actual Paris upon graduation. And onto women.
All in the American style: lazy, but genuinely
intellectual. Ate mostly baguette sandwiches.
An uncle supports him: “...my pissy little horror!”
An operative of the Paris-Dusseldorf agency
Confidential Assist Skypes him yearly at his
Wall Street office.
“An Arab woman moved in!”
“I didn’t hear that.”
“Black as shoe polish.”
“That neither!”
Labels: Arab, ethnic prejudice, Paris, rich, sexuality, wealth, Woman
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
The Ritual Beating
RB GOES SOUR
announces the Patriot-Beacon.
As a result nearly the entire Roger Hodding family
is in custody.
Historian Douglas Mercer of Wyatt Earp Junior
College explains:
“In the early days, the miners could be beaten.
In the contract.
The Federals stepped in, but the First Families
kept the tradition with Ritual Beatings.
The mines have given out, and the Hodding family
runs Paradise 2 Catering, and not Paradise 1 Mine.”
Waitpersons Hal Nestry and Dinah Lodge have been
hospitalized.
"Just a matter of time before one of these RBs ran wild,"
remarks Sheriff Delbert Cart. "When asked about the
treatment of his wealthy prisoners, he quips, "Country
Club at end of Appletree Lane. This is here!"
Family Attorney, Rastings Murr, admits the young went
a bit far. "But the tradition is a hallowed one, and we're
willing to negotiate a nurse and officer present next time."
Family elder, Judge “Maximum” Hodding, confined to a
wheelchair and thus not a participant, holds that. "It's all
Political Correctness! You don't need any more laws!
Enough on the books covering everything under the sun!
In the old days," he adds, "the miners took it like Men!"
His son, Roger, nicknamed “Minimum” and the present
family leader, echos his sentiment.
But Professor Mercer claims that "It'll go easier on them if
they don't try to be poster children for Republicans!"
Labels: \, beating, brutality, class, Justice, perverted tradition, Republican, ritual violence, Rule By Wealthy, tradition, wealth
Friday, November 20, 2015
Droit des...
Never paid Federal Income Tax.
Assumed in his country that
some families didn't.
And, unlike The States, ingenious
lawyers didn't torture the language
explaining why.
Until. His friends persuaded him that
he must run for office, rescuing,
thereby, the Nation!
His imported American Campaign Manager
spoke of optics. So he offered a one-time
settlement, quite moderate. Tax Authority
announced him in compliance.
Made him ill: "What this country has come to!"
Labels: income tax, lawyers, politics, privilege, Right, tax evasion, wealth
Thursday, October 22, 2015
A Future Family
The Commander
Enter pissing, and Norelco fulfilled the stage direction
(his name since five, when he shaved his head).
The ski resort sent a bill for the damage, and Lorine-Dell
showed it to her attorney, who told her to give it
to the divorce version of him to be part of the settlement.
In the meantime, the father attended a session with
a psychiatrist to discover why Jellybean keeps cutting
herself.
The answer, none, but she should still attend Group, and
keep working in Amazon’s Warehouse.
N1 (for Normal One) inserted into his thoughts in the car.
He had just paid her ridiculous tuition at the pretend Paris
university, where she roomed with a pretend revolutionary.
Who mostly translated ancient Arabic poetry into French, and
quite feverishly recited some on his last visit there.
Impressive, despite his super abundance of black hair.
Stopped for Starbucks latte to go.
...
The Bentley could self drive and he thought, in his scattered mood...
Well, be better to sip and NOT think.
Home! commanded he.
Labels: Bentley, Family, mental illness, pissing, revolutionary, self cutting, Starbujcks, wealth
Thursday, October 23, 2014
The Vast Chain of Beans
Billionaire’s Reasonable Ask
-It’s not that much! Just mostly symbolic! A tiny bit
on your finger.
-It’s still eating shit!
-Do me, and the country, this favor. The Whole Nation was built by the little people who did this! Unafraid! Heroes!
-I don’t know.
-I salute you!
Labels: billionaire, eating shit, little people, subservience, system, unfair system, wealth
Saturday, September 27, 2014
The Wealth of Nations
Mrs van I was more than pleased to see Proprietor
Dolph tending bar. Would insure a proper evening
for her friends.
One irritation though, some black Major in
nondescript uniform.
“Can you do something?” she asked Dolph.
“Once, yes. Now, looking at prison.”
But he proved to be funny. And, even, cultured.
Clincher: Sent a bottle of Dolph’s best French champagne.
As the evening swam, she confided in Dolph, “I’m becoming
a Liberal, despite myself.”
Lillian, their youngest member, eventually asked for, and
was granted, permission to leave with the dark person.
But had to promise to phone after noon.
If sex, detail.
Labels: bar, black, high- class bar, prejudice, privilege, sex, wealth
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
New Republican Governor
The Sweet Aesthetic
-My first agenda item: kicking the shit out of these
teachers' pensions.
-Left'll scream! Another wealth transfer from the
middle-class to the Got-Rocks.
-Uh huh? You know the beauty of that theory?
-None!
-No, it has the sweet aesthetic of being spot on!
-Well, let's not acknowledge it as such.
-No worry. They don't have the balls.
Labels: Governor, pensions, Republican, spoils, teachers, wealth, wealth transfer
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Move Over, John Deere
Working Conditions
-Farm Bill weighs as much as Des Moines.
Can't justify printing it, so it's ebook.
-I know one big farmer reading it while
cranking up the a/c in his tractor cab.
-Mozart still piped in?
-Culture on the plain, not Hee Haw.
-What's on other screens?
-Corn and wheat futures. Real Estate in
Zurich and Tokyo. Derivatives in London.
-Yup, farmin' sure hard-scrabblin'!
-That never changes.
Labels: corruption, Farm Bill, farming, wealth
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Regulation and Rhetoric
Missive to Money
Elbow room? Yes.
Carte Blanche? Don't be absurd.
Policing yourself? Tragedy for the rest of us.
Labels: finance, money, Regulation, wealth
Sunday, September 08, 2013
The Help
Thorn
Mrs Van Iderstine seldom exhibited anger,
but Gwen-Anne really provoked.
“She's not here two weeks and already pregnant!”
“Well, I'm not expert in Gynecology, but I'll continue
to believe there’s a chance she was that way before
she arrived.”
“Oh of Course. I know that! But I'm so upset!
In my mind I was even blaming that happy fellow
putting in the new windows.”
“He still remains a threat. Tell him to hang his
windows and nothing else.”
“I will. You see if I don't!”
“Uh, alter the phrasing a bit, of course.”
“I’ll do it in a soft way, not your coarseness.”
“Everyone should.”
Labels: class, pregnancy, sex, wealth
