#19 - portfolio

19^th January, 2020

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portfolio

the working class can kiss my arse

I’ve got the foreman’s job at last

                          – old adage

in my portfolio

sometimes imagine a little cave

surely a tide like this?

all boats

so many chicken deaths

in my portfolio

and some folk choke

one country’s dust

go on, there are others

so much concrete

weighs me down

the world is running out of sand

better stock up

there are deserts to make

the mine is chocker with canary

(free ranging of course)

rubbish throws us

I say opportunity

you only have to trust

grief and undoings

in my portfolio

there are things I need like a hole in the head

some now and then say

‘not on my watch’

a lot of drowning in my portfolio

you’d expect a leather valise

we are investing in the future

so much stolen

there’s light leaves a trail

and trickle too

all rise

as foretold

nor call me a rarity

what goes up stays up

between you and me

and here are the states of nature –

tooth, claw

supply, demand

as on a break and in your pants

I’m working around to the pockets

we’ll be hanging you up by the heels

and shake

I know you’d do as much for me

I have the shirt off your back

there’s a lot of poison in my portfolio

it’s unavoidable

here come the lawyers to sort it

they make things go away

Sunday’s off to church as well

feel good

feels ethical

we invent

by brochure

meadow and haystack

cow contented

breeze where the grass

begins to blow

I call it ‘mother’s milk’

see the old homestead burn

I’m in insurance

and holidays away

who will dare to know

truth under its stone

where the bushel is lit

?

the miracle of interest

and the two kinds of people  

some have called it ‘system’

but not for slaves to say

they’re all in other countries

underwater

there are no unions now

no conditions, no awards

so much sleep!

and they’ve said

‘peace of mind’

stocks climbing while you

think of this world as a time share

in fact there’s a lot of

‘I was told’

(insider-wise – hot tips)

dextrous and nimble

idea takes flight

out of alarm clocks now

I’m more in frying pans and fires

bucket of this that

nothing makes sense

but buy and hold

spread the risks

consider the gaps

I’m diversified

in vanishing species

no one adds up

each year one less language

derivatives in aspic

short on, long for

margin, graph, float

compound it like medicine

some certain delicacy

first casualty of fact

get off the wheel

and what will you breathe?

in my portfolio – the smoke!

I don’t even carry it round with me

think bitcoin electricity –

that’s practical abstraction

money in the bank’s the same

(someone else’s portfolio)

safe as houses, earthquakes, fires

flood and famine, wars

agile weapons

costly mistakes

sponge rubber

who would have thought?

drones for horizon

and send up balloon

remember the workers?

nothing to lose?

I’m heavily in chains now

(I mean I’m into a range of restraints)

mortar between bricks

the literal, the proverbial

have you seen the bones and ash

cowed faces peering out

?

getting the flies out of ointment

we’ve doubled down on that

punk steams in

millennial, you’d say

an echo in the chamber then

don’t let on

or you’ll damage the brand

hush while I average the dollar cost

mine’s the dismal art

not quite square

but soon be gone

you have to look for the signs

gold watch and a handshake

must be the cat’s birthday

we’re here for the bottom line

many happy returns

how’s your portfolio today?

I hope it’s as healthy as mine