Human Folly

Human folly was overflowing. When I was seventeen, a seventeen minute tape gap closed the door on Nixon's dirty tricks: no more tricky dick when flood of watergate burst open every dam dirty trick that white house plumbers could contort . . . as fate and deep throat did utter in concrete caverns the secrets of their luminati break-in games. . . oh what fools these plumbers be. . . contempt of court doth rule, when such fools these dirty tricksters be. . . alas, poor richard we knew him well, until bernstein woodward did move against nixon's game. pudd'n and tane; ask me again and I'll tell you the same. Anyway, who'd have thunk it? But human folly, you see, was overflowing. . . alway was, always will, somewhere, some time, when you least expect it. Oh, but I digress. Anyway, no matter how you cut it, decades passed; time keeps slip-sliding away. . . And then, and then. . . after the dot.com bubble had not sustained. . . and when yonder-coming frothy Y2K had done gone down the drain, in the sweet buy and buy, and the scurry sell and sell and what's under the derivatives bell. . . when the froth had gone down the MBS drain, when the CDOs took the last train to clocksville, they said it wasn't like the crash of '29, no, just a blip in wall street time;

 it wasn't worth a dime or even a wooden nickel; 't'was just a wrinkle in time. . . but meanwhile back at the tranche, up on fifth avenue the joker was descending from his glassy tower, the man of fate and power for the hour, spewing spooky spiffs: stand back, stand by, for your piece of insurrection pie, and so, them standby three percent of boys, them oath-bleepers and the proud trumptoys, advancing in the mall, answering the dog-whistle call, insurrecting as the joker's toys, them 0 so proud boys did don their insurrection hoods, as dunces in their joker's game

 against our Constitution game, and did mount up their wing-dings like beagles on the hunt, with nooses hanging loose, for to find VP pence. . . and so they did maraud their way beneath the dome, forcing Jefferson out of his home, electrocuting Franklin's kite with all their gangly might. . . just put your john henry on these 2-century legacies. . . yeah, yeah, I say unto thee. Human folly is overflowing, and I think its going to flood today, or anyway, it may, except . . . this is January. Oh well. . . but that's a deep subject, as deep as the drifting snow. . . you just never know. . . what will happen. Suffice it to say, human folly is overflowing. . . singing folly wolly doodle all the day. And I told him that! Glass half-Fullhttp://www.careyrowland.com