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FISCAL FIASCO

I met someone I know quite well, he gets about in cars, does buy and sell.
He spoke to me upon a theme, we were stirring coffee; I had just added my cream.
When (Fiat) money, he intoned..)
This word does it ring a bell?
Of it have you heard; or known, do tell.?
The cost of Fiat cars I then proclaimed?
No it’s of money I speak,he said if it’s all the same,
I had bought some autos and to me the word was told,
That it is money without collateral backing, that’s the truth stone cold!
So in this stressured contemporary rhyme, I think I must… It’s now high time
In fact a lack of sober views and action which did not ensue...
Control! ….. control!, "well they did not" now high (inflation) pop pop pops..!
Consume, consume they said and greed is good for all..!
Poor old Jim john and Doug..)  Rachel, Joan and Queenie McCall..!
A dream was sold and lives were told, It’s Oh! so safe, more so than gold!
Now Fiat cash is on the scene, they run it off Oh! ream on ream
Just like my coffee encircling mug, so here’s to the truth lets give it a plug.
When I again pour in my cream, 
as it begins to merge like inflations infusion, Maybe I’ll dream.
That financial fiasco’s and social screams are only rumours on a jittery theme,
However until "their problem" has been (sold),  I’ll trade some paper cash for gold.

© Joe Maverick 13-11-2010


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Good Grief

It has come to my attention,
by way of the news,
everybody is talking,
corporations are singing the blues.
They don't have any money,
they blew all they had,
now they're calling on our government,
because their management is quiet bad.
CEO'S with salaries,
that would probably choke a horse,
and since the economy is getting bad,
they need more of course.
They fly their jets freely,
to every corner of the world,
wearing designer business suits,
sporting big diamonds, and pearls.
Eating at the restaurants,
where fancy is the course,
while begging for our money,
they want to take from the poor.
I find it very amusing,
the way they flaunt their stuff,
then act like nothing is wrong,
while tugging at the Rolex under their cuff.
I guess they really think,
we owe them all so much,
while most of us are skimping,
cutting back on spending, and such.
Maybe someone needs to show them,
how the poor have to live,
and we are all quiet broke,
and we don't have it to give.
Most live from payday to payday,
buying groceries, and gas,
while faulting on our mortgage,
those little checks just don't last.
I don't think it is right,
they can live the way they do,
spending like crazy,
then taking from me, and you.
Most have to struggle,
just to live from day to day,
and we can't get the help,
when we lose all our pay.
Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief,
what else do they want,
all I can say is,
Good Grief......


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The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


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The Weekend

I stood in front with a long red dress 
I wasn’t sure what to do 
I hadn’t planned on this, and took off my left shoe 
I wanted to jump on the tramp, but oh the mess 

Every person took their turn 
Lots even got a burn 
Some fell and got bumps 
Others made large jumps 

I waited for my chance 
Standing behind my hunky boy 
He sized me up and jumped on the toy 
Moving like a dance 

I separated my two feet 
And tied my skirt in a knot 
The skirt became pants and I moved to the spot 
I smiled and bounced on my seat 


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The Hat - Part 1

Travelling on the road for business gets old fast.  The inside of one hotel room starts to look the same as another in any town you name.  When you travel by yourself it becomes even more mundane.  Customers, clients and/or prospects all have their own after-work lives waiting for them and seldom include you in their plans.  So, as you depart at the end of the business day you are on your own, in a strange town.

You do get used to exploring cities, towns and suburbs on your own.  You figure out how to avoid always eating in the hotel restaurant and you master the art of dining alone.  For men like Josh, that usually meant eating at the restaurant bar.  Even though he seldom ordered a beer, wine or other alcoholic beverages, the bartenders were always a willing party to chat with and enjoy some semblance of human interaction.

On this particular occasion, the trip was even more difficult than usual because Josh was having trouble at home with his wife.  Whereas, some may think it a blessing to remove yourself from the situation, it just made Josh feel even more lonely not being able to talk to her to try to work things out.  So, after putting on his happy and buoyant work-face all day to keep the customer satisfied, Josh donned his fedora and walked out the front doors of the high-rise office complex onto the crowded and lonely city streets.

The fedora was a relatively new addition to Josh’s wardrobe.  Not many men wear fedoras any more.  Josh’s wife thought he would look good in the hat and surprised him with it as a Christmas present six months ago.  Josh was still getting used to wearing the hat, but received many compliments on his appearance while wearing it.

Without even bothering going back to his hotel room, Josh slowly strolled around the city streets lost in thought about the situation with his wife and wondering how they might resolve the loss of passion, the loss of caring and the loss of love in their relationship.  Finally, he stepped inside the doors of an enticing pub to get himself some dinner.

The bar in this particular establishment had plenty of stools available to pick from.  Josh sat down on one and placed his fedora on the empty stool next to him.  On this evening, Josh started off by ordering a beer.


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About My Mobile Phone Company Newborn And umbalanced Electrolytes

Upset about a non-sense fight with Manny Pacquiao (Almost double his weight), I had been training for a while,
with my dorsal digital nerves and tendons of the flexor digitorum profundus without enough blood supply, delusional, paranoid as We all are,
I call my mobile phone company,
I can't pay my bill I'm injured and my electrolytes are not balanced I want to lower the bill because I am being robbed 
-Request accepted sir
-Thank You I am going to change my company
-A lot of people complains about that Sir...Yes...Hum...How old are You..I can see, really! That's nice, I understand O O OK,
 Music (Iggy Pop Sweet Sixteen) Sir can you please rate my performance we do understand problem solved.
-Alright , Sorryyy!
Awesome in Every Topic Costumer Service a Masterpiece 

3 weeks later 

An assistance mobile phone to disabled and lower income families was born 
Two visits to the Hospital one to Crisis other to the Mental Ward

Some years after I am helping my disabled mother with the application to the company
And as I had been till today confused but Who Cares?! 
This story is true (All the Mental explanation and formal representations are welcome and will be respected has the Interpretator property  that I do respect for the empathy and sympathy, Since was not shared in any other professional or personal setting. Thank You All, And A Big Hug To My Mentor(a)!


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The Prodigal Son

When a father of five 
came home faced 
with one in five children of convalescence 
which he will pay more attention?

So organizations should be 
when in a department or group, 
one member is left out 
of the production process. 
Discard the individual or rescue?


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9-11: Never Forgotten

My friend Justin and I want to dedicate this poem to everyone in America and those from other countries who have died, and also to those that lost their loved ones on this most atrocious day 11 years ago.

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In the busy streets of New York City,
Many a passerby made their way to work
It was a typical work day—or so they thought
It was an unexpected day when a great tragedy would strike
Two of the city’s greatest towers would fall in humility
And along with them many wonderful families
Even others from different countries would lose a loved one
In just a matter of minutes, all of what was that typical work day
Became a nightmare—a terrorist’s delight

Everything in chaos and confusion
Cries all through the day and night
Many called their loved ones if they survived that long
Many panicked, but some were dead calm
Knowing there was no way out
They poured their hearts out on that last telephone call, their legacy born
The attackers thought they broke us!
But they failed—we didn’t break at all
Instead they brought us closer as a nation
And the people who lost their lives are with us always
Never forgotten in our minds and in our hearts


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Wine Stewrad

I may not be in active, thus, I may be proactive,
They say I am knowledgeable, But I am also approachable,
Though I am not generalist, However, I am an Specialist.

I am persuasive and adaptive,
Direct and indirect,
Sweet, kind, nice and persuasive.

I may know less about tomato,
Even Less about mango, even too little about papeeeta,
But I know more about Angoor (grapes) that is not related to papeeeta.

I am Wine Steward, Knowledgeable in Wine,
And approachable to all kind quests,
Very talented in wine that everyone consumes to
shine.


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WHAT PRICE SAFETY? {Edited Version}

how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?

too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?

there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?


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