Business Irony Poems

--- merely bourgeois so-called collective western world:

time for another election, "fair and free"?

From the way things look,

one would almost think that an

exorcism would be more...

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The Successful Economist

                      Intermittent...

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The street lamps are left hanging in the rain and the lights around it forces itself out of the darkness blowing the light of hope...

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I have waited so long to compose a new song; I have waited so long for you to come along. Time is setting fire underneath...

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The investment industry, gambling in a scuba suit 
Interest rate risk, like blowing through a paper flute

Affairs of accounts, replacements for a lonely heart ...

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Messages, messages pounding my brain
                Messages wanting to drive me...

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He was a Professor of Difficult Sums,
Always kept a writing pad near,
Just in case of instant revelations,
With  pencil parked behind one ear.
He could quadrate...

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My name is The Law.
My face is stern
Toward transgressors,
But I can use
The fines they pay
Dropping into the coffers!


       Bite...

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I am a side chick 
I have existed from time immemorial 
In ancient times I was  a prostitute
In biblical times a concubine 
Otherwise known...

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I am guilty
I know
I killed a spider.

A miniscule tiny aspect of life
moving about its business
in my space.

It fled right
it fled left
it jumped up
it came down.
My...

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We placed a pine box casket on a sawhorse table.
There weren’t but little notice, did as best we able.
I watched the flowers wilting in the...

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*Image of Agreement Peace Gender by Pixabay.

A Gentle-man's Agreement

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Sir, we clearly are not on the same page,

therefore, here is what I propose,

let us find a...

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Submission
By Beverly Stock

I called the editor knowing
That my temper would be showing
And said the following to him:

“I sent a poem here, sir”
(I said growing fiercer,)
“And...

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Mabel Jones and her four kids, Tyrese, Sheldon, Christopher, and Myriah (each with different fathers) went to church every Sunday, and the kids attended bible...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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