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To a dog, an empty hand's cause
even a well-intentioned one
flinches an involuntary jaw..
your neighbor's just the same.
Have you grown leery the open palm?
wearied away as your brother's keeper.
Not responsible to his good name
nor good will as guarded trustee
over your godchildren.
No blame to you, good sir
or madam-
No right or wrong
by royal decree
monastic or fiduciary..
nor heavy handed scepter
to wield
relinquished or relished
as monarchal beneficiary.
Just the same, I
in fealty or name
skeptically question
right from wrong..
guilty as charged
all the day long.
Often what I read and I see,
some people scare me
put in my brother's shoes
I probably would too.
Investing in securities
Involves the risk of loss.
But it pays to be bullish
Regardless of the cost.
You can’t beat the house
If you don’t take a chance.
The same rule applies
In the realm of romance.
It’s all fiduciary bull.
You’ll soon regret the cost.
Investing in relationships
Involves the risk of loss.
I spilled my seventh cup of coffee
While shuffling through the papers on my desk.
It was a ham and cheese performance,
A little bit of business-like burlesque.
I sort through tax returns and spreadsheets,
Deciding what to shred and what to keep.
The numbers flatten my perception.
It’s hard to tell the shallow from the deep.
The market parodies the weather,
It’s sometimes paradise, and sometimes hell.
It takes a fortune teller’s insight
To know which stocks to buy and which to sell.
I go to trade shows and conventions
To bust my hump establishing rapport.
To get that sweet insider cherry,
I give good face and put out like a whore.
But it’s so sweet insider cherry,
Just so sweet insider cherry
Can provide me with an edge.
When investing in the future,
Need to guarantee the future with an edge.
That’s my pledge.
I take fiduciary gambles
To profit from a fickle fiscal year,
And plot inventive navigation
To dodge the rocks and shoals that interfere
With my relentless and creative
Chicanery within the corporate sphere.
I keep a second set of ledgers
That chronicle my cynical career.
This is the age,
the mismanagement of time
when history becomes merely a fiduciary page
reveling the news to find
in someone else's view these times.
The Hannities and Carlson worlds
are indulgent foxy polar opposites proporting
of Coumos and Lemon tarts hurled
each bending and distorting
the democratic republican factions cavorting.
Barely factual or truth thiefs
misdirection misconstrued
bent and prone in adoration and belief
of focused wordings born due
from partial and half truths embued.
Who can you believe or imbibe
if you listen to both sides
bend your ears and see the hearts fried
of a republic crying opened wide
while truth and lie are far too easily denied.
SNOW IN SPRING
the cherry blossoms in preakness pink,
a swaff of butterflies,
gliding in otherworldly space,
fluttering like snow in Spring.
Cherry Lane in sonorous state,
an avalance of petals
in the streets -
shovelfuls of Japanese gold.
gilded in the hair of rich and poor,
who avoid each other's eyes
distracted by the blustery storm
kinder than the Fidelity Fiduciary Bank.
Poppins, breezes in and out of time,
a nanny with plenipotentiary showers
that leave the Banks rich and clean
and floating high as a kite, pretty as Spring.
5/29/2019
*References made to Disney's Mary Poppins
Love Insurance
My spouse and I took out insurance policies
On each other with elaborate care
Fiduciary love is in the air
We point pistols at one other’s heads in bed
To protect our mutual investment
Love, like life has a cost, when you are wed
Sex and sleep comes less with life insurance
With a hare trigger weapon aimed in your direction
It might seem strange to take such measures
To smother one another with extravagance
We both want what is best I guess
Guns aimed at our temple for protection
A life time blest with lots of money, the reward
To ward off poverty which sucks
We sleep together now a little nervous
Life insurance takes us where it will
We both drew up a will of benefits
Let’s see who blinks first on the pillow
Who gets their share
Condo Commando Landings
They came in shiny silver saucer shaped air ships
With cylindrical flashing red lights in the night
From Planet New Jersey
Alien space crafts…. I mean .… weather balloons, (according to NASA)
From many light years…. I mean… traffic lights away
Landing in Miami first with a thirst for power
They slithered from the… ‘Weather balloons” in zombie brigades
Heads tilted, drooling, snorting and looking for trouble
Your condominium community is their new headquarters
Condo commandos are here to stay
A cruel fiduciary species without any borders
Going from door to door
Giving owners & tenants lists of rules with magnitudinal orders
Millions of regulations, line item expenses, and assessments
You must fulfill….You will fulfill…you will comply or die!
“Resistance is futile!” They cry…. Or mumble…or moan
Or whatever it is the walking dead do
If you walk on pavements you will be fined
If you have babies they must return to the womb
No plants…. No flowers… No signs on your condos
And keep your doors closed at all times
Don’t think about crime. Don’t ask any questions
And pay your condo dues or be sequestered
From the collapsed gold mine of our love
An opening again has been found
Where trust turned debris of fallen faith
Now stands, diamond strength of renewal and hope
I, the paradox, declared I would love eternally
Washed away, in a sea of doubt and uncertainty
Dismissed the very essence of my joy
The one who made me to feel like his princess
Gladly now, a fiduciary of his everlasting love
Mistakes polish my experience
No more down the road of doubts
The most precious diamond in his collection
So my dearest, with you I’ll walk
Hand in hand through all coming situations
Giant steps forward, never to retreat
Love and hope and happiness, just what we seek
Fallacious finances
In a shell game
Destined only to get or gain
Until human worth lies as
Consumers with stimulated fantasies
In greed drenched dreams
About fortune or fame while
Regarding their way of life in
Yankeedom as the untimate Utopia.
Fictionalized futures foment
In this falsehood worldwide
As others await their turn to a
So-called stimulus
Connecting to their shantytown
Orbit as they dream of destroying Utopia.
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