0659/1952 77/87 Blue Skies E10/20 50%H.
DOGS 12481 1123 1507 47.47. Libor 14. Vix 16.
Greetings from the Hill.
A beautiful day in paradise,
ringing chimes and blue skies
with refreshing breezes....
classics from Havana,
idiots on CNBC
and back on The Mac.
The Financial Fuckup hits home
as the elected ones
spend borrowed money.
Bashinsky takes on the Assholes,
politicians and beauracrats
who lie, steal and cheat
but are never prosecuted
let alone persecuted.
FlaKey News.com.
"Imagine a brilliant lawyer
digging up the dirt of 'The Dirty',
The Monroe County Thirty,"
wondered the madone
watering the balcony plants
and the gardens below,
a three month drought...
the oldman had a five day thirst.
The deceit and conspiracy of Washington,
the fraud of Wall Street trickles down
to every greedy town
seeking Obama Funds...
"The Money is there, apply for 'it',"
schemes one of 'The Thirty',"
a school Superintendent,
a county Mayor,
a city Commissioner...
aided by a debtmaster
arranging a Bank of America bond
with a fishy lawyer.
"Teaching the locals to chum the waters
of an eighty million dollar pool
to educate the stupidist in history,
daycare for halfwits,"
growled the sober oldman
amazed at school boards
run by braindeads.
"All these Assholes are divers
in their underwater assets,
making deals with 'other money'
while bankrupt themselves,
ripping off school credit cards
and imaginary programs,
fuck the taxpayers..."
taking as much as 'they'can
before the shit hits the fan
and some grand jury
gets in a hurry.
"Hey, we're richer than a drug dealer,"
boasted the million dollar house owner
rearranging his mortgage
to acquire a rental in paradise,
upward mobility and gentrification
for the middle class masses
who wanted educated children
and pizza on a granite counter.
The Harris School still sits empty.
Twenty thousand people,
less every year
and more of the 'queer'...
"Really, less students as well,
maybe converting to private prep schools
for the young gay at mind
and ladies of another kind,"
laughed the painter
looking over the oldman's shoulder
"Hey, I'm going to paint these buildings
to preserve another time in history
when lead paint was great,"
still drunk from last night.
Staying until the summer,
then leaving 'Bone Island'
for 'Dog Island'
and new adventures.
Gold and Silver reach new highs,
the silly young men on CNBC
promote opportunities in wealth
and financial management,
drooling over the talking tits...
"Stupid, silly and tragic,
without any hope of magic,"
groaned the oldman
drinking coffee at four.
"Hardball is worse,"
snorted the madone.
"A hundred million for a new school,
new city offices and a fire station,
throw in a parking lot...
add a poor people park
with a mega yacht harbor
for the powers that be...
democracy is great,"
grumbles the soberone,
testing the 'Great Experiment'
as Obama fumbles without a teleprompter
attempting improvisation,
"We can do 'it' together,
we can grow the economy,
tomatoes, potatoes and pot
in a backyard plot...
hofuckingho!"
mocks the madone
ready for a rollup.
"Don't tell 'them' they are dumb...
'they' will hit their thumb
and bend the chinese nail
meant to hold the president's print.
Forty per cent support Obama...
seventy per cent question his birth,
Donald Trump stirs the shit.
"Blah blah blah," babbles the drunk
having slept 'it' off....
imagine identifying those mysterious 'its'.
"He has to find a way to put this to bed,"
frowns a short haired crosseyed cunt
with funny glasses...
a smartass from Politico.
"Fuck it all!"
Nobody seems to know how the school
grew so high so fast without the police,
the firemen or auto salesmen noticing
on their cigarette breaks...
"Those new fangled concrete slabs
trucked down by helicopters
to get 'it' up on time...
before a twenty million dollar fine,"
claimed a conch at 'Five Brothers',
family on the school board,
an aunt who drives a bus,
a sister in the cafeteria,
'following the money trail'.
"Great thieves come from Harvard and MIT,
maybe in time from HOB...
we grow our own,"
said the Superintendent of Schools
moving on to elsewhere
having done his job
increasing the school board debt
to a hundred million or so.
"Protected by Derivatives of course."
A breeze in the Keys,
Above the Reef.
Sober on the Hill.
the scum take while 'they' can
until the shit hits the fan.
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