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Showing posts with label CIA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CIA. Show all posts

Friday, October 29, 2010

Happiness Tycoon [Today's News Poem, October 29, 2010]

Happiness Tycoon [Today's News Poem, October 29, 2010]

The question's not, 'who might be plotting?'
It's "why aren't you plotting?'
If an ass of a queer on the bus is enough to make you erect,
Why must you fear it? It's rubbing against you!

Ledgers aren't meant to be balanced,
They're there to embezzle.
Crime doesn't pay when you're caught, but
Behind every fortune—no! everyone happy—is theft.

"Obama spoke publicly about the incident the day after the plot was uncovered in a bid to show that he and his administration were on top of the situation. He was heavily criticized for taking three days to make his first public statement after the failed bomb attempt on an U.S. airliner last Christmas Day."
—Reuters, Fri Oct 29, 2010 5:51pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSN2923536820101029

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Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Company Keeps Us Together At Last [News Poem April 29, 2010]

The Company Keeps Us Together At Last [News Poem April 29, 2010]

“Former Republican vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin, South Korean skating champion Kim Yu-na, Apple Chief Executive Steve Jobs and Brazilian President Luiz Inacio Lula Da Silva also made Time's 100 most-influential people list.”
– Reuters, Thu Apr 29, 2010 1:32pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE63S42Y20100429

“In recent decades the agency has often said it was deploying more “NOCs,” or officers under non-official cover. U.S. multinational companies -- banks, oil companies, airlines, construction firms -- are generally happy to help the CIA, on patriotic grounds, with legitimate-looking jobs for its operatives.”
– Jeff Stein, April 26, 2010; 4:47 PM ET
http://blog.washingtonpost.com/spy-talk/2010/04/cia_chief_promises_spies_new_a.html

All of this driving on highways detracts from the
Horror of brakelights and swerving hillbillies that
Drive like our men on a tear on Afghani roads.
Accidents happen—the enemy stalks us by
Stoplights if need be. If cover's eroded then
Nothing can stop the determined assassin from
Hitting his mark off the beltway in darkness. I

Circle my block as I'm often inclined for one
Never is sure of a spousal betrayal. She
Gathers the dishes in soapy sink lather, but
Secretly wishes I'd finish my meatloaf and
Clutch at my chest as the interest collects on my
Heart—which is gray I assure you; for nothing is
Sacred, profane. I'm not anything really. Yet

Snow in the springtime deflects the moroseness I
Feel as the creepers are nestled on branches of
Trees. If it wasn't for timber I couldn't be
Sure if the houses around me were features of
Nature. I'm certain the finches have always been
Singing for humans for nothing exists for the
Singer without us to listen—we listen as

Thunder approaches the neighborhood
Stand of a statue amidst the wood.

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