BANKING 101…..(US) put money in…..take money out
BANKING 102…. (US) don’t put money in….take money out….repay the loan
BANKING 103…. (THEM) don’t put money in….take money out…DON’T repay the loan
BANKING 103.5 (Congressional version) Don’t put any in….take it all out…print some more
BANKING 104 BANKERS ONLY…PAY YOURSELF AND STAFF A HUGE SEVERANCE BONUS
BANKING 104.1 deposit said bonus in a Cayman Island bank
BANKING 104.2 “UNEXPECTEDLY” CLOSE THE BANK
BANKING 104.3 …. BAIL OUT THROUGH THE BACK DOOR WITH NO EXPLANATION
BANKING 104,5 (PERSIDENTIAL VERSION) BAIL OUT THE GUYS WHO BAILED OUT
John G. Lawless
©3/17/2023
Atom and Individual
- who are you
Really,
If one can go deep in mind, heart, Spirit?
Atom and ParamAtman
- a building without doors, windows
For you, the real you ( the I am)
Your Beloved is outside
Trying to get to you
- I Am within
Trying to meet my Beloved, our efforts
Will break down the walls without windows
The silence of time
If the world knew the silence within your love ..
Like the night ..
Did the rain disappear when you were ready to leave ..
The serene silence of the sea of ??loneliness
You're the one who keeps laughing away
Those who carry the burden of tears crush you
You built the walls with oral wounds ...
You have built self-contained monasteries in the centers of heart.
It has become synonymous with the language of silence
You are not alone in laughter and deceit
A group of people covered your face ..
A veil that covers the emotions of change.
The springs of humanity, the dirty canals were swept away.
Humans are in hiding, humanity is in hiding.
Outward appearance of silence, you are Cayman
The Emperor and the Palmer are behind you ..
How cruel is the sun that does not erase your shadow
The fear of you will come out of the blink of an eye
Thou who hast restrained thy tongue, the locks of silence will be broken
The rest of your life until the ink on the hot fingers ..
Eat a tater, alligator
Stupid smile, crocodile
See you later, Mater-Pater
After while, stinking pile.
Minotaur and Gabriel
Monitor and Gariel
Eat the layman, pretty cayman
Quite the romp, in the swamp.
ALICE WAS A LOVELY LITTLE SPERM
Alice was a lovely little sperm,
Proud of her slender flagellum arm;
In pearly white semen
Lived a nasty cayman
Who ate her up to make a quorum.
A Cayman and a squirrel monkey held a party in the trees to celebrate the arriving rains which brought the food. Such abundance. Such vibrancy. Hues and soft flights of colour were offered by the squawking ones whose chatter was heard amongst the tree tops. Powerful heat blasts from the ignited ball in the sky kept all warm. Far from freezing. Swim then. In and amongst the purple flowers next to the constant rush of water. Tepid. Losing such a place is a loss indeed. Lungs of the earth. Trees breathing. Playful professional platypuses. And who would argue that the fauna brings the human healing? Possibly pharmaceutical companies. 1% is a rather silly amount to invest time into cures from thus incredible naturally formed ecosystem. And chattering monkeys swing low but aim high. As the woven web spins. A spotty frog grins. And a snake claps enthusiastically. Good. Xxxx oxidization z
Dear love remember when we were at the Royal Palms Grand Cayman and together we danced to the sound of music and kissed with passionate intention; so close we were it was very hard to put a knife blade between us. But when you left the dance floor to use the ladies room i went to the bar to have a drink and i got a strange invitation back to the dance floor.
She started with a far fetched explanation which turned out to be a solid persuasion; she said she had been watching us all night long, she watched each moves we made and she counted each steps we take and she was completely turned on. She said she was praying for you to take a break but she didn't want to make a mistake because it seems her bones you would break but that was a chance she was willing to take.
is it a crocodile or a cayman
a dromadaire or a camel
an ass for sure is not a mule
and the horse trot his last gait
to feed the dog or the dingo
could be an hyaena
in the subway you meet people
their face telling nothing
but the fox know where the chicken is
the lettuce or the endive
the fiddle heads and the music
changing nothing
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