Hemingway Frauds with Viagra rods.

0650/2016 83/90 Hazy S/5 90%H

DOGS 9093 6814 9515 1387. LIBOR 03/05



Greetings from the Hill.



A fucking killer day in paradise,

blue skies and thunder...

stick the shirt to your back,

white bearded fat fucks

ready to chase the Bull,

imitators in illusion,

"Buy a classic car and stay

away from replications,"

snorted Mad Jack,

watched the fraud,

laid the sod.



Another excuse to fill the rooms,

maintain the mortgage payments,

cook an epicureans delight

by CIA's unknown,

and entertain with no ones.



"Who ever wrote a Key West song,

created the poem of lost gold,

manufactured the mystery

of hometown banking theft,"

wonders the madone.



Mendacity, a family bank.



An egg farmer from Mendocino,

a drag queen from the 'Birdcage',

who can recall ' Howies Lounge'

and Bobby at the bar,

the sheriff and the chief,

Bum Farto and Manny James.



"And this is where cocaine

\is as easy to buy

as Key Lime pie,"

broadcasted all networks.



Shrimp boats are coming,

pink gold from Columbia,

"Where is Mikes' nose,

missing with Kennedy's brain,

and OJ's wife's tits,"

growled the madone,

thunder and lightning

on the balcony.

Nothing like a cooling afternoon rain,
cleaning the streets and washing
the sidewalks of dogshit
that male owners
forget about 'it'.

Something about motherhood.

One thing about these pretenders,
these immitators at the feast,
they are all fat and overweight,
most unlike Ernest even late
in his career.

The Wall Street pretenders
are having investigations into trading,
that very fast electronic kind
that the Goldie Sox gang use
to siphon that first wave of buys,
twentyfive cents to a penny
adds up when the 'firm'
does have the action.

"Hey, how long before a foreign spy
infiltrated the system and syphoned
a bit by bit the capital balances
of those phoney pink sheets,
imploding the derivative racket
before the banksters try to coverup
this mockery of finance
with transparent clearinghouses,
Yeahfuckingyeah, when Obumboy
drains the Treasury to finance
the current accounts all empty,
250 Billion this week
and traders laughing,"
rants the madone.

Six months and 'it' gets worse.

The very sight of this pompous ass,
every day pontificating on TV,
selfinflating with arrogance
and posing, posturing to the camera
with his facial routines,
a real fucking fraud.

No wonder fat people pretend.

Time to get 'high' on the Hill.