somewhere afar
Pin it on some despot:
that crackpot!
You hit the jackpot!
Curse the weather
and the climate
And if you can muster,
blame it
on your very own disaster
Listen to the register ring
then shake a fist at human suffering
Fret over plunging markets
with hands thrust deep
in pocket
When profit is the only rule,
the game is fixed
and we're fossil fools.
18 April 2011
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