Short Sachs Poems

Goldman Sachs
it's really a question of who has their backs
forgive and forget
dear Heidi, be sure she's working there yet....

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Catharsis by Evan Sachs

When your heart’s passed the hard part
And made it to the sweet spot
When you beat the box
When you’ve lifted the unliftable rock and been uplifted
The gift you’ve been gifted is called beneficence by the faithful
Far from hateful
It’s being able to breathe…finally!
Something touchy-feely.
Well…you feel a touch
It’s much. much. much. much…
It might even be All....

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Yes I can refuse
to believe the hype
when my core views
keep getting ripe
while you refuse
to halt this swipe.

I bail on this chief,
our puppet speaker,
as my belief
hails me seeker
since this relief
can’t get bleaker.

So, who owns you, sir?
Is it Goldman Sachs?
Does big oil blur
all our attacks?
I must concur
your pride is lax.

This grand distraction
won’t steal my thunder
as your faction
buckles under
civil action
while you wonder....

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