Debt Projections
Office of Management and Budget – Congressional Budget Office
Illustration from sodahead.com
coffers rusting on Keynesian hinges
yawn wearily empty
while idiots smile upon outsourcing
labor and enterprise impulses
boarded up capital
crumbles in aging debentures
entrusted to graveyards of
entrepreneurial corpses
whose ghosts are inhaled
their souls commandeered
by brute socialist market economies
breathing their alien flames
to lift borrow-addicted balloons
at a sinking exchange
idled taxpayers feeding at
emetic printing press troughs
where the future digests itself
whole in the bilious juices of
mindlessly worsening debt
Poesy plus Polemics 
That kind of sums it up.
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unfortunately so
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Great poem Paul. The only thing that keeps this corporate military industrial complex moving is more and more debt. At the very least it seems that in more recent years more and more people are becoming aware of this.
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hopefully with that awareness will come action
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Brilliant poem I enjoyed this!
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thank you kindly, panda
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Great poem. What a true and sad reality!
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thank you kindly
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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‘While idiots smile upon outsourcing’ Well put Sir. A masterpiece.
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a bit of a political rant, I suppose
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Hey I’ve been reading your posts for a while and I began to wonder…is this guy legit? Clearly I see you are because of all your stuff and man I love your poems 🙂 I just have one question. Will you read over one of my poems and give me a few tips or something?
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I read your poem “Lost” and really enjoyed it – I’m not one for advice, except to say that you should write what’s in your heart – write true – it’s evident that you did just that in “Lost”
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Thank you 🙂 alright ill do that 🙂
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The greatest experiment in ‘redistribution of wealth’ in modern history! I hear Tennessee Ernie Ford singing ‘Sixteen tons and what do I get / Another day older and deeper in debt / St Peter don’t you call me cuz I can’t go / I owe my soul to the company [corporation] store’ . . .
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I remember it well
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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I just don’t understand any of this–not your poem, the issue. It’s brainless to accumulate outrageous debt–I ought to know, I had 2 bankruptcies. If the bottom line is Greed–well, that’s brainless too (and selfish).
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it’s a political addiction
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Then surely there must be a rehab/support spa they could be court-ordered to sign up for/attend.
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yep – around here we call it federal prison
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That’s the one I thought of.
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Barrow loads of worthless paper. Nations – all of us – indebted to unaffordable aspirations. All meaningless. I think rich pasta here, rustic red wine, family, company around, laughter, music, work and simple pleasures. Pen and ink and the meanderings of minds and souls shared. In such days the greedy and unjust still thrive but their heresy does not bleed into our souls when we debunk their causes with our actions.
Some regression perhaps in progress where progress signifies loss of direction?
You always get me thinking, Paul. No bad thing. The politics of life and meaning.x
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I’m honored to have sparked such passionate comments
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