Perspective
Sam Stonebraker

When I awoke,

my consumer price index

was up two-tenths of a percent,

my policies

were massaging

Inflationary pressures.

Sipping

hot unemployment data,

I realized my confidence

had declined

in the third fiscal quarter,

despite reports

of a possible surge

in the Asian markets

brought to me by the

Robert Wood Johnson

Foundation.

I grabbed

a cold NATO

outta the fridge

before consulting

an independent expert

who spoke in language critical

of the aforementioned agreement,

advising me to spin it twice

before declining to comment.

I put it on the wire

“Unfortunately, I will not be able to attend. 

 There is a large ABM tightly lodged up my retail spending.”

“Nothing further.”

I grill a couple subpoenas

& try out the newest chocolate bar,

“Ivory Coast”,

which goes great

with my

relatively slow

housing starts.

After faxing my taxcut

to the Federal Reserve

for immediate analysis,

I mix up a Ralph Nader

& sit down to the morning

occupation,

falling Nasdaq Zion,

ignoring rumors

of death’s reparation. 

28 August 2001