Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sunday in Paradise.

0649/1828 55/70 Blue Skies NW 10 80%H
DOGS 10350 7880 1150 1610

Greetings from the Hill.

The oldman sober, the second alcoholfree day,
classics from Havana, Law and Order
in the bedroom with cats.

Clean closed windows, swaying palm trees...
the eyes see clearer, the mind calmer.

"Hey, Jack," laughing the hallway looking in,
"I can smell the pot."
The gardener had become a mason
repairing the steps between Jake and BO,
hofuckingho, figure that tale.

The Waterman was coming to enhance
the electrical system
on The Lord's Day.

"Putting power to 736 Love Lane...
his old christmas card address,"
snorted the madone,
not a fan of
'King of the Hill'.

"My, my," sighed the oldman
enjoying 'Rigoletto' from Cuba,
looking at the clouds over 'The Straits',
a lovely view on the hill.

"Say, Jack...can I share something
with you?", the artist studying fraud
in the derivative trade,
and other peculiarities
in the American Dream.

"I think the president has a scheme..."

The oldman's thoughts pictured a Wendy's commercial
and a refreshing beer to go with 'it'.

Alger absorbed
and loved,
but two points of view
of many thousands
in the internet universe.

"I also know about the porch columns,
Jackim and Boaz from Soloman's temple
all in the masonary book,"
he had a funny way with words.

A brilliant blue sky,
silver tipped palms swaying
in the westerly breeze,
sunlight warming the blogroom.

The oldman belched from the sugar and coffee
then farted from the milk,
sunday afternoon soirees of the intellect,
predispositions toward revolution,
the curiosity of conspiracy...
could those Pirates of Wall Street
have created a plot to bankrupt a nation,
enslaving the masses with debt
and lifetime repayment with work...
"Horror of fuckinghorrors, the agents
are privateers of the purse,
maybe Jekyll Island jackals
howl outside Bernanke's window
and a voice in the madness of his mind
echoes in a full moon....
'Let me issue and control
a nations money supply,
and I care not who
makes 'it's' laws',
there is still David Rothschild,
the current King of Isn'treal,
wishing the legs could walk.

"The ship has been sinking since
Nixon abandoned the gold flag
embracing the colors of Rockefeller,
and the clubs controlled ...
Council of Foreign Affairs,
Trilateral Commission,
that birthed Neoliberalism
from the University of Chicago,
more than just Friedman,
the treachery of Kissinger
who manipulated all",
the oldman had arrived in Key West
when Ford fumbled the money ball
and Aramco controlled petrodollars,
the country was fucked...
Volker, as GFRB jammed 'it'
up the masses' ass
with eighteen percent interest,
"Hello, hello...
Welcome the hegemony of money and
investment banks loaning to nations,
who allowed 'that', wonder, wonder",
adding a bit of shit from the door,
as Herbie Butts arrived with the beer
and a cheer as Canada scored.

"Well, I got things to do",
huffed the artist not liking crowds
or different opinions.

What the fuck was 'he' doing when
the Cold War ended and Mexico defaulted,
the skuzzballs at Goldie Sox shorted
the peso demanding loans...
a familiar pattern as traitors trade
in numbers without allegiance to nation,
multinationals and Central Banks
facilitate IB's to oligopize global economy
through IMF, WB and SAP's...
then BushOne's quickie war,
"Hey, fuck off, this shit sucks
and only gets worse, enjoy the opera,
drink a beer, watch hockey",
as the four o'clock sun
warms the room.

Bernie Madoff was head of Nasdaq.

DEBT was a way to buy companies.

Derivatives was a scam on the CME.

"Two to one, second period over,
announces Tony with steak and rice,
the electrician was late.

Those fucking Gramm's had the blowjob's ear,
deregulate and dismantle
urged Summers, Rubin and Greenspan
against Brooksley's advice,
allowing the Enron scam
and contracts as collateral,
brokerage, banking and insurance
under the Travelers' umbrella,
one stop shopping.

Eight years of Billy Blythe
and the Dow Jones peaks
after the Fraudsters
had fucked Mexico, Asia and Russia
while screwing Argentina.

Eight years again and the peak returns
to fall as the Twin Towers,
into middle class rubble.

Obama borrows three trillion dollars
for banksters and million dollar soldiers
to drain the soul of freedom.

Blue skies and beautiful,
hardly a breeze
in the florida keys

1 comment:

  1. Do you have any recommendations on how we can protect our hard earned wealth through the upcoming collapse of the world economic system? Krugerrands buried in the back yard? How about YOUR back yard? That might be safer. I have kids.