Nice Work, SkippyYour shoes are nice, They're white.
White shoes seem splendid. They
Suggest that you are well- connected.
You've arrived. The funds you manage
Generate returns which justify such
Footwear, never mind the cost to all
Of us of hydrocarbons burned, of
Poisons in the air and water, children
Maimed. How can they matter?
Your shoes are resplendent, white,
And all your clients, also pale,
Are pleased. You won't apologize.
Why should you? Everyone will
Sing your praises until they discover
That the way that you've invested
Guarantees they'll die.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-06-26 at 03:22
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