A WOLF saw a Goat feeding at the summit of a steep precipice, where he had not a chance of reaching her.
He called to her, and earnestly besought her to come lower down, lest she should by some mishap get a fall; and added that the meadows lay where he was standing, and that the herbage was most tender.
She replied: No, my friend, it is not of me you are thinking, but of yourself.
Moral: Invitations prompted by selfishness are not to be accepted, particularly from a Banksta bagman.
(Banzai7's Fables)
h/t Howard Beale
PRINTN' EYES
(Lyin' Eyes, Eagles)
WilliamBanzai7
The Banksta’s just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just their Ponzi wiles
Some rich old clowns
And they won't have to worry
They’ll dress em up and screw em in the Wall Street style
Late at night a Central Banksta's house gets lonely
I guess ev'ry form of subterfuge has its price
And it breaks his heart to think his life is
Only given as a pinstriped schmuck with hands that only roll the economic dice
He tells his wife he must go out for the evening
To comfort an old friend who's NAV is feelin' down
But she knows where he's goin' as he's leavin'
He is headed for the quantitative easing side of town
You can't hide your printin' eyes
And your smile is a thin Keynesian disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin’ printin’ eyes
On the other side of town another clown is waiting
with fiery eyes and dreams of change only a quantitative fool would think are real
He drives up in the night comiserating'
He makes him feel the jobless recovery is real
He grabs him by the arms,
They slap their high fives together
He whispers that it's only for awhile
He swears that soon the markets will be comin' back forever
He pulls away and leaves him with a smile
You can't hide your printin’ eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin printin' eyes
He gets up and takes a long hit from a hopium joint
And stares out at the Keynesian stars up in the sky
Another bear market dip, is it gonna be a long one?
He draws the shade and hangs his head to cry
He wonders how it ever got this crazy
He thinks about the other PhD fools he met in school
Did he get tired or did he just get intellectually lazy?
He's so far gone he feels just like that old geeza Greenspan the fool
My, oh my, you sure know how to rearrange things
You set it up so well, so carefully
Ain't it funny how your Keynesian dream just didn't change things
Your just a useless bubble blowing fool like your mentor used to be
You can't hide your printin eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your printin' eyes
There ain't no way to hide your printnin' eyes
Sonny boy, you can't hide your lyin' printin' eyes
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