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Showing posts with label economy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label economy. Show all posts

Monday, August 23, 2010

Stripping While Burning [#twitterfoundpoem, August 23, 2010]

Stripping While Burning [#twitterfoundpoem, August 23, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

After hours of fiddling
Y SHOULD I GIVE UH FUCK?
i am fiddling!
fiddling in the strip club!
fiddling in my room!
fiddling in Greece...
I seem to have survived tonights fiddling
with only minor damage.
So it's more of a minor annoyance than an emergency
that has nothing to do with my major:
Fiddling While the US Economy Burns.
Not done yet, but the rest is minor tinkering.
waiting on someone to open
your heart again?
you can squirt your breast milk at folks in the strip club!
I'm fiddling While
it Burns and we burn it down
and you're dancing!
I gotchaa one day wen we burn it down...
Y SHOULD I GIVE UH FUCK?
Working on it now!

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Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Paean to Zero

Paean to Zero [Today's News Poem, March 9, 2010]

““How many people would like a proposal that holds insurance companies more accountable?””
--President Obama, quoted by Helene Cooper and David M. Herszenhorn, The New York Times, March 8, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/09/health/policy/09health.html?hpw

“The Senate on Tuesday cleared a hurdle to extending unemployment benefits and health-care subsidies for the jobless until year's end, the latest modest bipartisan success on jobs and the economy.”
--Naftali Bendavid, The Wall Street Journal, March 9, 2010
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704784904575111932101937268.html?mod=googlenews_wsj

Enumerate the many traits
Of zero: emptiness we count.
A means to lock the many rates
Of nothing into meaning's mount.

A decimal to part the naught
From value. Commas place the rank
Of triplet nothings—lined-up aughts—
That, with some law, can fund a bank.

A dead soul fetches something still—
And better that we never pay
What's sure to be a deadly bill.
And best? The debt for kids at play

Right now, will teach them gratitude
In ways a kid can get: we're first!
Don't coddle them, bad attitudes
Are made by sating whiny thirsts.

A promise made of nothing keeps
So long as faith remains its worth
Is more than discrete parts; it leaps
From voids, to banks, to shipping berths.

The world depends on empty brands
To animate production's cause:
Without false promises, the hands
Of workers turn to angry jaws

And bite the feeding hand of Smith:
The money's value's just a myth.

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