Phish After Shya Wish Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I wish all the greedy, both prosperous, seedy,
would fall for my call on the Net,
as fish in lakes weedy, the slow and the speedy,
rise to bait, early, late, taking bet.

It takes quite some gumption to stake on assumption
that innocence offers fair flare
for human consumption is based on presumption
that fools are newborn everywhere.

Identity stealing, while wheeling and dealing,
to most appears lower than low,
I find it appealing to complement spieling
on Dow as I go with the flow.

What is thrift but shoplift from the masses who, miffed,
feel the pain from those purchase refrain,
ant and grasshopper spiffed, savers are not spendthrift,
saving gains not recycled again.

So I rake in as scammer, break brainless I hammer
with schemes to get rich on the sly,
while with butter and jam, a small-talk free from stammer
I syphon their cash by-and-by.

Some say righteous and fair are their motives who care
for their neighbours' goods, for their own good,
here I role-reverse, there I would help them prepare
for increase in income they would
wish for sowing fresh seed of fantastical greed,
'basic needs' grow according to wealth,
wish they would worry bead change for self-pompous read
of rich holidays 'good for their health.'

Spinning schemes in delight until some see the light
I continue to comb Internet,
with economy tight, feeling deflation bite
who'd imagine a better way yet?

One man's poison seems gift to another who'd lift
himself out of life's time-trap, and leave
lemmings jump from their clift while the spoils I may sift,
their sins' evil spins good I perceive.

I'm the brightest of sparks, whosoever that harks
to this parody surely shall smile,
while I rise with the larks, chick returns to roost, parks
vain regrets as experience trial!

(31 December 2008)