For Linda
To fix the thing which cannot
Be repaired, in fact, are broken,
Too. The sallow statisticians
In their suits, the hacks, who
Have their knack for moving
From their ministries in capitals
Somewhere to here, to splendid
Rooms, in which the charts make very
Clear austerity is what is needed,
Wonder, never once aloud, if
Clanging failure is a sign that
What they know may not be
Known. There's nothing
Gained from asking, though.
The desk is nice. The rolls
Are fresh. The money comes
From other hacks, and, anyway,
The puppeteers, the pin-stripped
Pimps who've gained so much,
And stand to gain yet more
From orthodoxy and austerity,
Would rather not see useless
Tools traded for those peddled
By that troublemaker, Marx.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2013-05-01 at 01:32
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Welcome, Ms. Lagarde
All the tools they would useTo fix the thing which cannot
Be repaired, in fact, are broken,
Too. The sallow statisticians
In their suits, the hacks, who
Have their knack for moving
From their ministries in capitals
Somewhere to here, to splendid
Rooms, in which the charts make very
Clear austerity is what is needed,
Wonder, never once aloud, if
Clanging failure is a sign that
What they know may not be
Known. There's nothing
Gained from asking, though.
The desk is nice. The rolls
Are fresh. The money comes
From other hacks, and, anyway,
The puppeteers, the pin-stripped
Pimps who've gained so much,
And stand to gain yet more
From orthodoxy and austerity,
Would rather not see useless
Tools traded for those peddled
By that troublemaker, Marx.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 16 times
Written on 2013-05-01 at 01:32
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