02-10-2005, 06:15 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Minion of the scaléd ones
Location: Northeast Jesusland
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A little political poetry - and the rest of Tophat's versification.
So I was driving home yesterday listening to Marketplace on the local public radio, and they were relating the sad event at HP. Yes, Carlie has hit the bricks, but $21 million makes quite a cushion. So that got me thinking about how many of the really rich people you hear about don't really seem to do all that much for their money, and this popped out. Yes, it's doggerel, but, to my mind, they're dogs:<blockquote><b>Mission Statement </b>
I want to get a pink slip just like Carlie Fiorina I'd take my severance package and I'd move to Argentina I'd buy a Hacienda, get a girl for the Cabana I'd spend my summers farming dental floss in west Montana I want to be derided in the press like Richard Grasso For two hundred mil per annum I don't mind being the … bad guy I'd say I earned the money and it wasn't so outrageous A motivated CEO is always advantageous I want to be indicted for malfeasance just like Kenneth Lay I'd fire all my lawyers, live like royalty in Paraguay I'd thank all my well wishers for the lovely letters that they sent Just so long as they don't write to ask me where their pensions went I want to fail in business in a manner that's spectacular I'd run for public office and I'd mangle the vernacular I'd sell votes to corporations, and I never would be hesitant The country would go bankrupt, but at least I would be president From all these fine examples I have culled my mission statement From embezzlement and wire fraud will never be abatement I couldn't stand to end my days enmeshed in corporate slavery You gain the highest honors from chicanery, not bravery. </blockquote>I didn't see anything in the thread rules against this, but, if a mod feels it belongs elsewhere, say politics (not likely), humor, or Nonsense, I would not be put out if it were moved.
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02-11-2005, 09:06 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Minion of the scaléd ones
Location: Northeast Jesusland
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Where have I been. Held up in traffic, I guess.<blockquote><b>Infrastructure</b>
Infrastructure Makes the world a better place puts a grin upon my face walks on concrete, rolls on tarmac catches flies, makes a statement Give your props to the cherrypicker the guy on the lines with the heavy belts he's holding up traffic to make your world better he's making a statement about the pace of consumption Hurry up, dammnit, hurry home buddy The news is just ending, and sitcoms are starting He needs to get home, and he needs to be useful, His wife is Suzanne and his kids are Skeeter and Alice He's officious and pointed, but bears you no malice He's bringing you water, he's bringing you cable He's fixing your furnace and cleaning your ducts And the long, looping lines are draped like a bunting yet straight as a laser and humming with data They're making a statement about freedom and fate They're talking in lightning and bartering lives They're holding up traffic to make your world smaller They're wrapping the planet in sutures of bright aluminum It's not an indictment, there isn't a crime Maintain infrastructure, maintain friendly tones With overhead lighting, the trains run on... The trains run on... The trains run on... The trains run on time. The trains run on Infrastructure The trains run on you.</blockquote> This is what happens when I listen to Cake while stuck behind a trash truck. Actually, about twice a year something like that pops almost fully formed into my head. We'll see if I can dig anything else out of the cerebral nooks and crannies at some point, and I'll post it here.
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02-11-2005, 11:15 AM | #4 (permalink) |
Minion of the scaléd ones
Location: Northeast Jesusland
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Some bad political haiku...<blockquote>Evangelicals
Did not evolve from monkeys. Monkeys they remain.</blockquote> There has got to be a better line to end that with. I will revise when I figure it out. Aha! I have it:<blockquote>Evangelicals Did not evolve from monkeys. Have a banana</blockquote>
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02-11-2005, 11:20 AM | #5 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Nice work. Keep it up. Please...I've enjoyed thus far.
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02-28-2005, 09:57 AM | #7 (permalink) |
Minion of the scaléd ones
Location: Northeast Jesusland
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Not political, but, since we're supposed to get 10 inches of the white stuff, somewhat on my mind. Antother Haiku.
<blockquote>Snow falls on the pond water touching on water coming home again</blockquote>
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02-28-2005, 12:52 PM | #8 (permalink) | |
And we'll all float on ok...
Location: Iowa City
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Quote:
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For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. --Charles Bukowski |
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