[Something I posted to the Buffalo Poetics Listserv in defense --kind of-- of Chomsky and his bulky stock portfolio. I'm posting it here because it tickles me until my grape color turn off.]
Gambling money always ends up in the wrong hands.
In fact, I might go
as far as saying that all money concentrates
I mean in the wrong hands. I
have yet to figure out why, or how I can get my hands on
a Wrong Hands Disguise and then do some good...
But oops, problem: Even if I get my hands on
a Wrong Hands Disguise (WHD) with the purest of intentions,
I'm going to have to fight my way through the sea
of Mister Miyagis and Daniel LaRussos
just waiting to crane kick my belief as to what I think
I'm doing with all this "ill-gotten" gain
into the next fiscal period....
How do you win with these guys?
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Ok, sorry about this, but the process took too long and I've now forgotten my brilliant commentary about your post...
Maybe next time, now that I'm registered, I can remember what it was I was going to say.
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