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meanderings by rm dustin

This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

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Name: RM Dustin
Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

11/14/03

Beyond the Sell

No longer enough is the art of the sell,
With margins so down and players too many.
We must force adherence at the tone of each bell,
It is customer manipulation that extracts every penny.

We under accentuate the hidden fine print,
Then after the sell we crack the whip.
Our lawyers are here for more than a stint,
Locking you in for the long haul trip.

Penalties apply and rules are to enforce,
It was your decision to sign on the line.
Free choice is up to you of course,
It’s not our fault you did not decline.

We are prepared for you to sue,
It is incorporated in our marketing ploy.
We have more money and lawyers than you,
Such hurdles are non-issues played like a toy.

So don’t come to us with grievances and upset,
Your predicament was of your own making.
We did not mislead while you placed your bet,
It’s the spoils of your naiveté that is ours for the taking.

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