capital investment …

returning
from
the market
during
my weekly
outing from quarantine
i
saw the brown bag prophet
with
a sign
that read
they kept their promise
mask on
i rolled down my window
and
inquired
what the sign was about
well
the prophet
said
with a voice
muffled somewhat
by
his cloth mask
those businessmen
who’ve taken over
the government
have done
what they promised
turned the government
into
a business
and
like most businesses 
the
folks at the top
in
the administration
get
all
the profits
while
folks
at
the
bottom
and
in the middle
do
all the work
and are rewarded
with
just enough
to
almost survive
while
watching
their
government aided programs
be cut
in order
to
increase profits
profits
that
have
bankrupted
the
nation
but
those
conflict of interest business folks
kept their
promise

 

as they like it…

as-they-like-it

the brown bag prophet
was staring
at an ipad
looking device
and
laughing hysterically
i asked
what’s so funny
well he said
i’ve vsa software
on this
small computer
oh
that’s
voice stress analysis software
it’s a type
of
lie detector
which measures
a person’s voice
well
anyway
i was comparing
what was being said
by
trump’s corp
of
social de-engineers
and
the patterns produced
by their voices
during
the senate hearings
the relationship
between
words
and
truth
is
indeed
comical
well perhaps
it’s best described
as
a series
of
tragicomedies
and
their leader’s
word ornamentations
down right
deadly
hilarious

disambiguation…

disambiguation

the brown bag prophet
was working
with a large sheet
of
white
construction paper
and
several
permanent
ink markers
diagramming
what
appeared to be
a decision
flowchart
since i knew
his gig
as an english professor
had ended when
he had
insisted on teaching
the writings
of
muhammad ali
of egypt
i was uncertain
as to
the why
for
actions
so
like a magnet
near metal
i inquired
he said
i’m
charting
the supporters
of
assisted suicide
and
have discovered
a fox
in the chicken coop
seems
insurance companies
are
ardent supporters
that
certainly
gives new meaning
to
divestiture

remodelling…

digital decoupage

aunt bea
for as long
as i can remember
had these
little superstitions
like
something about
a broom
and your feet
i just can’t recall
all the details
right now
but
she persisted
with her beliefs
in a number
of those types
of things
so
i asked
how she could
continue to believe
in such things
given the advances
in medicine
she looked me
square in the eye
and said
witch doctors
have traded in
their feathers
for white coats

creative writing…

i have decided
to write my own
biography
i shall do so
under a pen name
in order to increase
the percieved credibility
of an outside author
and
to eliminate
any
questions of
conflict of interest
on my part
i shall
of course
take the same
liberties
as do
most historians
with their country’s
records on human rights
or finger pointing
about who caused
what
when
and where
thus
creating
the best
posibble
rememberance
of
me
it
should read
like most
political
obits