This poem goes out to the little guys, and gals, and “them”…
Little Guise
A tension
Wee the people
Too big to fail
Will fail
And the heir in this will
Oligarchs
A bout bailed out
By US
Wile they
Buy up all of our asses
For common cents on the dollar
Epic disaster capitalism for sum
Gruel-ingly thin for the wrest of US
A fig leaf for the little guise
As near buy
The naked truth
