antisocial security...

Soon to be considered
on the supposedly downward side
by how much of this blarney
am I supposed to abide

AARP packets stuffed tightly
with collective bargaining galore
to alleviate fears
to wipe away tears
it's the photos of aged hyper actives
that I adore to abhor

to survive intently outside of this group
without all this one for all validity tripping
must leave many a poor elderly pill popping poop
minus all the residuals
perceived entitlement double dipping

with incomes evenly distributed and divinely fixed
discount prescriptions pharmaceutically mixed
little blue pill excluded
supplementals advertently diluted
pensions corporately left un-invested
take the cash and run
an area left untested

dividends can help to extend
monies disappearing before the inevitable end
medicare bashing gets most of the attention
fortuitously dying before all this end of life ascension
seems more a benefit than just a pity

summer break

A pugetropolis north amongst tranquility strained
as road warrior noises project a pistoned machismo
oddly it seems long past since it last rained
and that ain't right as we all quite know

dwelling in a secluded sedro woolley funk
receded aqua veins and the less swollen organic
contemplations filter out life grinding junk
solstice sol hazed by zones of inversion frantic

waterfowl toddlers paddling amongst the padded lily
as osprey eagle and heron vie for a feathered morsel
yard kitsch via perceptions of the wal-mart hillbilly
acres of balloon clad autos ripe for the summer sell

viscosity breaks down as heat thins the heavy
revolting against the wisdom of such logic is my poor belly
for barbeque with mayonnaise laden salads rule the deck
a place where no one waits impatiently for the check

a challis filled gruner chilled to perfection
sipping gently as the sun fries a hairless pate
darting across the tongue tart but not overbearing
quite a bit much like my last date

I play the stock market. Play is a good word for it. It's a game. One that has risk, but also has methodology. Stocks are phony money where rich entities make tons of money buying and selling pieces of companies where people invest their retirement. I have no intension of allowing that to happen to me. I'm in and out on technique. Phuck the technicals. I fundamentally buy and sell with no regard to quality. Phuck the fundamentals. I bottom feed when I please. I contribute to nothing except my own freedom.

We live in a world where the repugnantcans give wealthy people a massive tax cut so they can reinvest in the economy. At the same time they raise interest rates so no one can borrow money to invest in the economy. Rich people can now pocket those tax breaks and make killer interest on it. We get to pay higher gas prices on the way to work.

By the way. I don't go to work either.

alas the principles are left reeling
as the wizards applied their magic
and we were left feeling
it was not about what we had to offer
which makes this news quite tragic

the big picture lost amongst the fuddle
left our emotions and energies coagulated in a puddle
what wonders we could have brought to the table
what potentials we could elevate had we been able
to get past the pissing and sniffing
of wizards with no inkling
the real big picture was not a fable

instead they drew lines in the sand
and pounded their chests to make a stand
that more money is better than less
and vision and potential is a but a afterthought
for failure is our problem after all is bought

so with this all behind I must confess
as all we had we were about to risk
we pulled the plug to flush this mess

Ilwaco is not ready for us... tisk tisk

what started as a folding of delicate intensions
stirring gently with hesitance and wary
has now turned into a whipping
with maximum cold steel blades churning
potentials of possibilities getting quite hairy

forces with revolutions per feeding frenzy minute
vibrate urgently with amortized interest
cogs greased with commissions run semi amok
a switch might be flipped a very near someday
and this whole thing will up shift to puree

what the fuck?

something is amiss with respect to forces projecting the dicker
all quite relevant and with respect to the ticker
the bid versus the ask
and a middle ground in which we seek to bask
and does it really matter in the end
for emotions rule and we seem to tend
to put our money where are heart is
for the rest is but dull dullard biz
and we can't have that

beware... the dawn of the Ilwaco Wacko is one quarter past
contingency phase one is done
with but three to go

Oh no!