They had their times, didn't they? Their ski lodge winter's, white sand, summer destinations? High flyer's, jet laggers...business class, all the way? They had their times. It was good. Devil keeps the damned'st promises.
"Get a job, you bum!" "Be a capitolist!" The mantra of 'the hidden wealth'...the 'perk o' diem'. We worked our asses off, our fingers to the bone, while they zipped around in the sky's, flying united...showing off, their 'boeing', and a mighty big boeing...it was.
Can they squeeze, the tit of lies, for one more ride to Kingdom Come? Who knows? I only know...they'll try, till the day the tit runs dry....and they will 'never' apologize, to the ones they left 'crawling in the mud'.
Amen!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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