That slick dude In elegant suit and tie With his graphs, Models and algorithms, With his pointer, His pitch, his buzzwords, With his MBA, Ivy league education And erudition
Read my manuscript. I wrote: “The sky darkened. The rain beat down in a fury.” I stole those lines from someone But I can’t remember who And that someone surely Stole them from someone else, Who stole them from someone Else and so on and so on In a nearly infinite regression That goes back to God.