"The Big Deal"
-Valerie Ibarra 10/03/08
buh-buh-buh billions 'n billions
go billowing out
well-funded measures
held only by clout
go whizzing away
as the printer press sticks
- remnants of abandoned industry -
but the grease is stuck onto the palms,
as we go begging alms.
"buh-buh-buh-buy me out!"
they scream and they shout
purveyors of crooked accounting
accredited with creating credit
- just so someone else can be indebted -
ditches dug & mudded out
steamy swamp
whose stench's time has come
let's now invert the 'ayes'
that have gone too far.
Unmatched blumbering
equivocal, but more pronounced stumbling
into treasure traps
and further laundering
power grasping its tail between its legs
so they can go on pestering & festering
slime on the walls confessing
to a hollowed face of Justice,
which must remind us
that it's time to take our vitamins
and redefine us!
buh-buh-buh-buh-bring back the color!
to the cheeks of Principle
spread good ideas without becoming criminal
purge the arteries
of this gluttonous construct
rise above the Placebo
the curtain is drawn
it's as clear as the fence on the
White House Lawn,
green as the eye hidden in fog
on the back of your $1 bill.
buh-buh-buh Black Tuesdays
looming up above
the tale's shaky
and I clearly felt a shove
somebody's pulling at the wool above
our eyes
- sheepishly sidestepping wolves in disguise -
tip-toeing to tip the scales
one more time
before the fix is in,
but the jig is up.
-VI 10/03/08
