By late afternoon the heat had started coming off the yacht club. Kids were running around the tables, gulls were working the chips, and the water slapped under the dock. Nobody was sailing. Tony came back from the bar with four beers. “Forty-eight fucking dollars.” “Market forces,” said Mitch. “Fuck off.” “Supply and demand.” “There… Continue reading ¨Rare Earth”
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Poem’ish?
We know naught, we weren’t taught, and we truly know aught The very dominant paradigm teaches there is nothing we oughtn’t. If first proven profitable. For profit enhances the profit, even of those it kills, Extremes trickle down Ex culpas (not our fault), we declare. Domini parenti excelsis, (honour that which you are taught) when there… Continue reading Poem’ish?
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