The future has arrived like a candle before the sun free of facts & fat cats dress up the supply side like so many skittles before bedtime We jack up roads & bridges & yearn for a return to the kitchen table We watch an economic bonanza & cry a river over a grifting banana The cacophony of a grifting banana! His grubby little mitts pinch crumbs with an iron grip distort the record At least we feel these things to be true & perception is reality So is a nest egg made of mumbo jumbo & a never never land of delight Do we want to be dragged through the mud? Or rage against the dying of our light? Tell me What would Ayn Rand do & why not? So many noses here So much cutting off to spite the faces Memory is a funny thing plucked out of a crowd & put down on the wing of history But the difference in our data is louder than the language of good ends We know how this works Ours is the head the nail hit Ours is a hobby horse embraced by a very large minority of the Moral Majority Unfortunately the best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago & we are saplings in decline but in a wimpier way Look here Iām no pessimist I see the curve of this thin air & the crack cut through twilight The thrust of ordinary people signals the start of peak energy reluctantly swaying to the tune of mourning in America
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that effing grifting banana. thanks for this, I needed it!
Well done and very true š