BIG FISH, SMALL POOL,
By
Chief Swift Eagle
Four big fish in a nice but small pool,
Sat at their tables and stared at their gruel.
How can we turn this slop into feast?
Let's make a deal with our Uncle the Beast.
I'll blind the public with flash of my tail,
Swim up the issues with rant and great rail.
You, sing loud praises for poor widow sea trout
She may not notice as we push her young out.
You, shake the fins of all opposition.
Toss them the morsel of smut proposition.
Carry a sign for the papers to note,
Then ease out gently, retaining the vote.
And you, the youngest, take council with youth.
You're one of them. They expect only truth.
Smile a great deal and don't do too much,
Nod to the issues and seem quite in touch.
We can accomplish with secret and stealth,
An agency deal that might double our wealth.
It may be true that we don't have a lot,
But don't we enjoy, what we all have not?
I've heard that golf is played by the whales.
Could we grow that big? We should use large pails,
To bring home the loot from our Eastern relation.
Small fry are awed by our very high station.
They may protest the sewer effluents.
They may gasp loudly, "The pool goes to ruins!"
Just pat their dossals and give them lip service.
We have the public's apathy to preserve us.
No one suspects that this little pool,
Can support such as we and give us the tool,
To make all our lessers fall to our greed,
In high rise flotillas, choked by seaweed.
Our Uncle has many a fish trap well made.
They all look quite harmless, with red tape called aid.
A string here, a thread there, a web made of rope,
As harmless as a guillotine these traps offer hope.
With hope as a lure, we can steal people's pride,
Dictate to masses and then cease to hide
The pretense of caring and wholesale devotion.
We can expand our pool to an ocean!
What do we care, if the public does not
A few irate fish can't make it too hot.
Our Uncle the Beast has been known as a dud.
Our Unc' has a Bully. His name? Why it's HUD.
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