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The world of business
is riddled with traps
I tried to start
an intenent business
So good were their words
we make money
when you make money
the promise of lies
Internet scams
poor people trying
to make at the expense
of someone else
of course, it was a scam
Financially I am not
the one to follow
but with a world
Real financial experts
surely we could find
people to trust
people that can invest
and grow companies
people that can
make a profit
and payout dividends from shares
people that can help build economies
saving ten dollars per week
you are looking at an investment
of five hundred and twenty dollars per year
If you had invested in micro soft
how year after year how much
would you be worth
could you invest more
It'd your life
you can do whatever you want
you can save a hundred dollars per week
it's your money
granted with every investment
there is a risk
you can lose your money
people do lie cheap and steal
but investments create jobs
investments stimulate economies
half the problem we have today
was caused by greed
People wanting to make money
from selling houses
lowered interest rates
sold houses to people
that couldn't afford them
put up interest rates
made the homeowners
take out insurance
So if they failed to pay
they made money
from the insurance company
an insurance company collapsed
because they couldn't afford the debt
like a deck of dominoes
the whole system started to struggle
one country after another
started having financial problems
markets dried up as economies failed
we didn't end up, in a depression
because we had things like social welfare
Our ancestors had created
but we are all apart of the same world
healthy economies in other country's
buy the products from your country's
The world needs to look at the balance
between the needs of all economies
When Mahatma Gandhi improve the textile
trade-in India it devastated
The textile trade in other countries
I'm not the expert but if we build
industry in India
I believe that is what great man achieved
Industry, that India requires
to create employment for India
Industry, that we all need to have
healthy economies
We need to do it in a way
that creates balance,
improving the economies of all
countries
In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour
Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts
sacrificial blood of Christ awaited to be spilt in vain
Spelt out the message of rusty nails corroding on cross
bones mounted the flesh ready for vanishing memories
Lest we forget Christmas it amounts to summits of wrappers
luxurious gifts opulent indigestion after a vainglorious feast
Reindeer and global delivery services occlude the notion that
taking stock is not about counting presents but reducing the cost
Jesus flashes from i-pads I this and I that please give me more
extra goods additional abundance mince pies and stuffing
Belching and flatulent Tim reaches for his heartburn medication
tastes uppers and downers sniffs white powder on bank cards
His wife smears the makeup she grabbed from under the tree
her new perfume a bountiful offering of disguised scented myrrh
No sense for frank frankinsence as she sniffs expensive fragrances
from benefaction bottle’s decadence and reduces benediction to myth
Gift wrap explodes from the fireplace in the mix of unopened packets
just after Father Christmas has made a lucky escape from the scene
Arson of gluttony self-inflicted suffering self-immolation of sorts
sorts out this unholy communion followed by smouldering mourning
The insurance company refuses to pay as they insist that the couple
had backed the wrong course of action in vile contempt of true faith
They however donate a beautiful bible of careful calligraphy
with gilded ornamentation bound in leather and lather of time
There are no walls standing for wailing when Tim and his spouse
and it remains to be seen whether they might find a mangled manger
To resume business as usual or take refuge in meaning and truth
when the word in the beginning had become a sorry blank canvas
18th November 2018
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May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
At the breakdown of ages man disappears and reappears
In the form of an easy-to-use scheme
Over the last half-century, man has been replaced
By technocratic ideas of what a man is
But the real man can no longer fit into these forms,
which have shrunk like old clothes.
At the breakdown of ages, man is left to himself.
Politicians and their servants are becoming more paranoid,
Which isn’t surprising at all, and the common
Become even more apolitical than before.
At the breaking of the ages, there is a time of no time.
Reality postulates wars, destruction
and the breaking of ties for nothing,
But simply by virtue of political games,
Their uncontrollable inertia of enmity.
Enmity has no calculated cost, and no rational reason,
Proposed justifications only multiply sorrowful nonsense.
Politicians want admiration, no matter the context,
Common people want to be left alone
At least in the negative sense of peace
Criticise us all you want, just leave us alone
If we're so unteachable, then don't teach us,
Go teach your children instead, save your time
Don't adopt or foster us, for God's sake.
Take all your money, grab us with taxes, spend it as you like,
Run secret emissions if you don't have enough money.
Declare yourself champions of the universe
In all your favourite genres, fests, competitions.
Award yourselves whatever prizes you like,
Just don't impose for the zillionth time
Your legalised insanity to us plebs,
We're not your doctors or patients.
Complain to God, MP, GP, journalist, priest
About our impenetrable stupidity, just get off our backs.
Lock yourselves in some suitable metaphysics,
Tell in the school textbooks about you, the greats
About your heroic struggle for our freedom
In choosing a bank and an insurance company.
All power ends with aging and loss of meaning.
The survivors of your era
Will go by about their business looking at their phones
Past your pigeon pooped statues
And for the younger generation
You will be just a line they’ll be forced to remember
At the history exam, settled as if on purpose
For momentary forgetting right after passing.
NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MARTH BREA WITCH OR THE MINUIONS PLOTTING TO MURDER ME FOR MY GRANDFATHERS HIGH HEIRARCHY IN ROME OR MY AMERICAN POETRY OR MY VIETNAM POW DISABLED HUSBAND I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR YOUR CORRUPT ABUSE OF POWER TERRORISTS THREATS IN AMERICA BACK OFF JAMAICAN SKANK YOU KILLED RASTA ANDREW MY STEP SON NAVANTE FREDLOCKS LEADING TO BLAKE BEING SHOT SEVEN TIMES IN HIS BACK WHILE SITTING IN A CAR WITH HIS THREE KIDS I KNOW ABOUT YOUR BRUTALITY EXCESSIVE FORCE BADGERING BULLYING NOW CONNECTED TO JAN 6TH ATTACK ON WASHINGTON DC ITS CLEAR YOU ARE DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ABUSING YOUR POWER 222 MY FIRST RESPONDERS FROM LAKELAND FLORIDA OH NANCY OH NANCY ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WHITE ELEPHANT SALE BUY SELL TRADE FLORIDA POLITICAL FROM WISCONSIN I ALSO WORKED WITH THE GANG TASKFORCE THIS ENRAGED THE GANG MEMBERS EXPOSED WITH NY BEING AN FBI INFORMANT I AM UNAFRAID OF TERRORIST THREATS FROM GANG MEMBERS FROM CATRINA BELL MCKISSICK MY FATAL ATTRACTION STALKER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PERPUTRATING IDENTITY UPON ME SEVERE INTIMADATION DATA BREACH OBSESSED WITH NY AMERICAN POETRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY CIMPLETE SCUM OF THE EARTH JAMAICAN DEALERS STRIPPERS FROM TAMPA IMPERSONATING ME THIS IS THE MOST EXTREME IDENTITY FRAUD SHE ARRIVED WITH AN ASSASIN TO END MY LIFE I SURVIVED SHE GREW BITTER SLEEPING WITH MY HUSBAND THREATENED MY LIFE YOU FLED TO MILWAUKEE HIS HOME TOWN CASHING CHECKS ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM ALLSTATE INSURANCE COMPANY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY GREW ANGRY AND BEGAN STALKING IN FLORIDA BREAKING IN MY HOME THREATENING MY DISABLED HUSBANDS LIFE AS WELL THIS VOODOO SKANK FROM MARTHA BRAE RIVIER IN JAMAICA I WILL NEVER FEAR THIS TRASHY SKANK I FEEL SORRY THST SHE DON'T HAVE A LIFE UNLESS SHE IMPERSONATE ME SHE'S SCUM PARASITE CANKER SORE SEEPING PUS SORRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY YOU WILL NEVER EVER STEAL MY LIFE HENCE MY DEATH I AM AMERICAN
I was working for this South African company,
For its Lesotho registered segment.
I wasn't of the long serving ones
But a relative new comer.
Here we were in this industry:
Sales for an insurance company.
I had something of a different style
To how things were generally done.
Small premiums with government stop order
Were highly valued and rated.
They had fewer chances of lapsing.
But I came with a different hand.
If you're going to work normally,
Not limiting your market,
You couldn't just focus on the civil service.
The policy of the company agreed with me.
My business was viewed sceptically.
I thought I'd leave the company!
All the courses we ever attended
Confirmed that I was on the right track.
The business world could also invest!
Of course, the risk of lapses was there
But that was a natural thing,
And it depended on the quality.
A prospect, a lady, wanted to invest
A really big single premium.
Armed with on the job selling skills
And sincerity and integrity,
I showed the superiority of my plan,
Compared with those from competitors.
The biggest challenge came from across
The border in South Africa,
From the bank where the money lay.
I had to be the field Marshall
Leading into battle my boss.
Not my immediate boss but his boss!
Never underestimate experience.
I saw it sparkle at crucial times
From my senior manager!
We clinched the deal, the lady signed.
The single premium left for Lesotho!
It was thitherto unknown.
It was history indelible!
I didn't verbalize about it with my boss.
I let it speak to him from the page,
Saying: "One and six zeros!"
Today the trophy sits in my cupboard!
Do you feel like you are are bound up in red tape and rules?
That are strangling your initiative,
Do you feel like you are wearing a strait jacket?
That makes bending the rules even a little,
A danger to your wellbeing.
Do you feel lost and alone?
As you wander around the fence line,
Looking for a gate to take your initiative through.
Does your computer now control the gate?
Making it all but invisible,
Except for the times it requires your help.
Does your boss encourage use of initiative?
Or punish you even when you have done good,
Because rules are rules.
Do the police clap you on the back when you avoid an accident?
Or they fine you,
Because rules are rules.
Does your insurance company pay out when you have bent a rule?
To their advantage,
Or do they refer you back to the rules.
Are you afraid to call out to someone on the opposite side of the fence?
To open the gate so they can borrow your initiative for a while.
Are you worried about the financial and personal cost?
Of showing that you have initiative.
Are you concerned that if you lose your initiative?
You will be blamed for that too,
With a fine or loss of your job,
Rubbing salt into the wound.
You are not alone you know,
I felt it too,
Still do.
Though once I got My jacket off,
Rolled up my sleeves and bought a new pair of wire cutters,
I found myself and my initiative in better health.
Sorry I can't give you any tips,
On when and where to use your initiative,.
That would be giving you yet more rules to follow,
When you should be following what is in your heart,
Which is the key to opening most gates,
For you and your initiative.
It started with a news report,
where a well-dressed man did exhort
that everyone should stay inside,
big thunderstorms were on the fly.
A curving arc across the map,
and the danger that comes with that,
not whirling clouds that rip and roar,
but another threat is in store,
The great tornados go from ground,
to storm-cells high above the down,
Derecho strikes laterally,
a blunt-force trauma built of breeze.
At first, I just remain upstairs,
but not near windows, back from there,
trees and shrubs in the neighborhood
begin to wave, that is not good,
because the blowing does not stop,
more branches now begin to rock,
leaves start stripping off, flying fast,
every which way, wherever cast.
I hear some creaking form the walls,
the gushing of the wind’s loud call,
branches start breaking, tumbling quick,
smashing against siding and brick,
strewn on the roads and driveways black,
but then come a much louder snap,
the main beam of a neighbor’s elm
comes crashing down, and I can’t tell…
Has it come down upon their car?
The rain picks up, I can’t see far,
drops horizontal from the gale,
mixed in with icy slugs of hail.
The wind keeps going, doesn’t stop,
big branches fall across the lot,
walls now vibrate against the blow,
soon I will have to go below.
Thirty minutes, it’s not ceasing,
hurricane gusts send trees reeling,
it’s trunks now breaking, smashing hard
into the rooftops, and the yards.
The fear now says it’s time to run,
down to the basement with hard thumps
echoing from the storm above,
I think that I have seen enough.
I’ll call the insurance company tomorrow…
I sat on a merry-go-round from, to, and of Hell.
Goblins floating round and round,
Gremlins going up and down.
I sat on the merry-go-round from, to, and of Hell
Playing "Let's make a deal." with the devil himself.
And as his smile turned into knives,
I could see the infinite expanse of lives he had claimed,
like an insurance company running your life,
like an investor running your business,
like a lawyer running your troubles,
but this man led all of the above for millions.
There was suffering in his eyes,
but not his own.
You could tell how many tears have been shed,
but not his.
His hands were hooks,
"all the better to hug you with",
more like all the better to ravage my heart.
His nose was an expanse of two deep holes,
"all the better to smell you with",
more like all the better to sniff up my soul.
His ears were large and bat like,
"all the better to hear your wishes",
more like all the better to hear my supersonic whispers of all my deepest fears.
He spoke:
"Your soul is a small price to pay for true happiness, what do you desire?"
Right there I made my wish,
and before I could barely finish,
a contract pulled up and I scrawled my name.
Keenan MacKay.
After a short while he showed me those knives again,
those reflective blades that refuse to show the whole picture,
a metallic and deceptive smile.
And I smiled back.
For with my wish,
my plea for ultimate power,
I struck him down.
I made him afraid.
And as he cowered in the corner,
I took back my soul and walked away.
But not before I scratched at his feet.
"The Keenan giveth, and the good Keenan taketh away."
A STRANGER WORKING HARD
A MAN HELPED ME OUT
WHEN I WAS IN DOUBT
SCARED TO DEATH
I FELT THE CAR WRECK
AT MY FEET
YET HE WAS AT MY WINDOW
ASKING ME IF I NEEDED A RIDE
I GOT OUT OF THE VAN
MY HEART STOPPED BUT NOT FAR
HE PUT MY GROCERIES IN HIS TRUCK
I STILL FELT STUCK
YET HE SAID HELP YOU OUT
HE TALKED TO MY INSURANCE COMPANY
FOLLOWED ME TO A MECHANIC
AND THEN DROVE ME HOME
HE DIDN’T STOP THERE HE CALLED HIS WIFE
HE SAID I KNOW SOMEBODY
BECAUSE THE PLACE I TOOK IT TO DIDN’T DO THAT WORK
AND GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER TO FIX MY VAN
HE CAME THE NEXT DAY AND HELPED ME UP INTO HIS TRUCK
WE WENT AND LOOKED
HE SAID GIVE ME 7 TO 10 DAYS
BUT HE COULDN’T BE RUSHED
HE HAD OTHERS TO DO BESIDES
HE HAD MY VAN TOWED
HE THAN TOLD ME WE ARE ON A ROLL
EACH DAY WENT BY I WORRIED
HE GOT ME A RENT - A-CAR IN A HURRY
HE ASKED TO CALL HIM LATER
AS HE WENT ONE STEP FUTHER
HE CALLED ME A FEW DAYS LATER AND
SAID ALL THE PARTS WEREN’T IN
BUT TOLD ME TO RENT A CAR AGAIN
HE SAID HE WOULD TAKE CARE OF IT
WHILE HE WAS FIXING ALL OF IT
HE SAID HE WAS NOT GOING TO MAKE IT IN 10
BUT HE DECIDED TO GO GET THE PARTS HIMSELF
LATER THE NEXT DAY HE CALLED AND SAID
I’M BRINGING THE VAN TO YOU THIS AFTERNOON
HE TOLD ME SINCE HE WAS LATE TO NOT PAY HIM IN FULL
BUT I FELT HE DESERVED MORE
A STRANGER WORKING HARD
PUT OUT ALL HIS CARDS
JUST TO GET IT DONE, NOW EVERYONE ASKING WHERE I HAD IT DONE
I HAVE HIS CARD TO HELP HIM CARRY ON
THANKING HIM ONCE AGAIN
By: Shawn Jones 11/12/09 To: Specialty Paint Works Inc. Thank you so ??.