The Valise

The Valise The brief case has edges and mystery surrounds it Accompanied by men on the periphery of law disordered Perhaps the economy there is equal to Greece and Spain combined Fiduciary responsibilities and pride at stake If the case is as empty as their souls We must surmise the worst But we continue with the game The shady characters begin a string of lies Inventing skeleton keys and ghost diversions No way to open it, is peppered in their pleadings Gone missing mysteriously at the moment of our need To everyone’s surprise, theatrics come alive with animated cries In this instance though, no brief or key to show The loss serves only to close what is or was the deal As dirty as that might be Another nuance, wrinkle, bump comes on the road of reason These so called bankers, strangers, entrusted, vetted by themselves Some squirrels and dogs along the trail jumped in to vouch for them According to the tale Gave oaths to their integrity by barking and squirreling very loud Their keepers also vindicated them, validated their misdeeds And the missing mysterious key Promising solid facts against the fiction Still the valise remained unopened More than just delicious is the hysteria at hand Creating ample bait and reason to proceed In what is at best a transient transaction from some bums A nice warm bath to wash the brain and drain it through a sieve Clean the mind to make it clear Fiduciary responsibilities run well-oiled like machines With money and an ample supply of greed in sight Visual acuity falls in favor of fovea decline If we turn our heads fixated on another place and time This all would fall within the parameters of an acceptable crime And relegated as a focus faded to the blind pretending all is fine The brief case opens up with a screw driver magically divined From the filthy pockets of the hobo guys To find our fantasies and nothing more inside