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Mechanize economics to regurgitate profit
Compound echelon-earned interest
Privatize the zoo and each little zoolet
Miss Plutocrat presents her roseate cheek

* * *

Wall Street shines in spite of oxygen-deficiency

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The stench we all breathe is called neoliberalism.

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Milton, your God takes notice and will be impressed

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People are granted baby licenses, home licenses,
cow licenses if they can persuade the cows to come home
to swell the crowd watching the boot-strapping spectacle.



     "Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom.
     As nations become more corrupt and vicious, they
     have more need of masters." Benjamin Franklin

Some among us risk the edge of reason;
some dispute fealty to constitutional oaths;
some laugh at, some fear others' ideologies;
some may lord over us with wit and whip:
whose virtue, yet, is not questioned: Ann Coulter.
That I suffer my affinities dark too, like coffee;
that purpose in a cause can be a special blend;
that my reliance on cream prompts Ann's sugar.
But my refreshment is no act to incite, naught
but synaptic charge through dark energy that,
with Ann, boils off for a thick, true espresso; we
both evidence deep distrust of our human nature,
an encomium beneath water of a polluted pool
in which we drown if we choose not to swim.
Ann lifts her cup in praise of the pointedly pure




Keith Moul, Port Angeles, Washington


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