Packing Up After Yet Another Coup!

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Packing Up After Yet Another Coup!

The boxes are here … all four hundred
And seventy…. of them
One each …or the thousand
They blew tax free …on me and ma’dam
What shall I put in each one?
Now that my work here … is done
I will string together … the bleating hearts
Of those … that were party …to the bubonic
Excesses … by which we were induced
With forty eight grand a year … to stay and play
In this here … tropical paradise …like a buccaneer
Paid to administer … for promised cargo
From high seas … and digital cities

In this box here … lined with gold leaves
Here … I put the campus … by the sea
In that … box of silver glitter
There … I will place … the ocean in us
And in that box … lined with the finest tapa
Williams and Gosling … will cart the swimming pool
It is used …after all … and who wants to swim
Once a leech …has palmed belly and soul slowly
Ever so slowly … tile over tile over tile


In that carton … made up like a tea box
Is the blighted soul of academia … bound for Boston
Duty freed … for easier swallowing of official defense
Still paid for by you! See there it is in the contract!

Here in this box … for the valiant defenders
Let us place one VC… a Victoria Cross for Valor
For the heroine of admin
Stout and short … in her defense of the cartel of criminals

In that box … that one there … wrapped in silk sari
For those … who believed in their semi-professorial promotions
And kept their mouths shut … tight
For fear of corpulence in misplaced moment
Their beery arse ... might fart at the staff club

Ah! Alls well that ends well … for those who con well
There in that box…is my legacy … and parting bling
There are the Russian boxes…of putschs and piffle to savor
Each smaller than the last…like the booty left in the kitty
Try them for size …they all fit perfectly as promised
Get to the centre …it is soft like hot chocolate or turd
Can’t remember … which is which! Go Figure!
Bedazzled … as I am … with your prim farewells
Numbed as I was … with kava ceremonies of welcome
Here it finally lies … my contribution in box number sixty nine
Go suck on that soft core!! Vananavu Saraga! For I retreat to Costa Ra
And… when you remember me … say a prayer for Peter Foster!

 

 

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