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ipso facto

By Stanley Collymore
 
I needed a loan rather quickly and initially didn’t
know where to turn, so in the interim I decided
to rob a bank, as they’ve loads of money to
burn. Unfortunately though, I was soon
apprehended shopped by an inquisitive
neighbour you see, who accidentally
discovered what I’d done and
exultantly told the police. In court
I willingly pleaded guilty and
sincerely apologized for my
crime but even though I’d
returned all the money
that I stole, the bank
still insisted that I
did jail time. The judge agreed and I got 15 years, a
darn sight more than most murderers; and quite
honestly, if you were to ask me, a hell of a
long time to ponder over the folly of what
I did, namely that rather than robbing
bank depositors, in the ham-fisted
manner I had, I should have
curried favour with those in
the City of London and
become an immune
bankster instead!
 
© Stanley V. Collymore
17 September 2013.

(2013)

Many a true word, the old English saying overtly reminds us, is often spoken in jest and this allegorical poem I’ve written is bang on in that respect. You see, the principal flaw in the oft-repeated and lying mantra that banks and other major, corporate financial institutions are too big, important and vital to the economic well-being of everyone to ever let them fail naturally is that the inferred well-being, that is fundamentally venal in character, and that those who’re dishonestly and exuberantly beating this particular drum of self-interest are really concerned about, is none other than their very own.

#Banks #Politics

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