Getting Laid By The Black Swan Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Getting Laid By The Black Swan



As being feather-dusted seems inevitable
Ruffle up for the next financial crisis -
Being screwed by the unspeakable
Rooted by cobbling, cheating and lies

Brute greed and its passionate intensity,
The loss of probity without conviction,
The re-treading of orifices with austerity,
The upping of decency by dereliction.

A crash in the market, out of thin air
Wall Street broken, blood in the streets
Mammon abroad undead

Being so fucked up,

By a totally foreseeable web of deceits
Like a girl mastered by metamorphosis
It will be sold as a Black Swan affair.

Thursday, October 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: greed
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