Undue Credit

Give them credit, where credit’s not due and I will show you a trick or two.

Fool them once, fool them twice, bet you can fool them thrice.

Where to put the empty energy? Give it to myopic men with blind ambition, or their silly agents.

Perhaps unbalance the murky meadows in which they forage, then pull the plug and drain the swamp?

Ha ha, look whose swimming without trunks.
But Lord knows the Elephants & Tigers don’t care, for them the daily dinner hunt has more import.
And don’t alert the keepers, for they don’t really understand, nor care. Beholden as they are to you the untouchable master of the market universe

Balloon the balance sheet, and keep the hungry wolves from the door. Or better yet. Kick that piece of tin down the road as far t’will go!
Or maybe ask the ostrich, he knows the subtleties of pretend.

 

I tell you, this intangible fuel must be got, from the local forest plot

And burned at much the rate at which it grows

Else tie yourself to foreign lords

The Bard well understood

That Shylocks always get their pound of flesh

A physical piece for incorporeal debt

But what of it?

Nature will never make friends with intangible you

you that would dare usurp the order laid down

 

Neither man nor beast will live as long

as the memory of what went wrong

 

(Copyright Tommy Burke August 2013)