I have misplaced twenty dollars.
And it drove me crazy,
That I could not find it.
But misplacing six hundred million dollars?
And claiming not to know where it is...
When it belongs to someone else too,
Smells of theft.
Misappropriation.
Fraud.
And, a willingness to publicly do it.
Call this whatever name it is given.
To describe the loss as a misunderstanding,
And a mistake of accounting procedures...?
That will be corrected and not happen again?
Uh...
But...
Where is the money?
Whose pockets did it line?
This...
Can not be blamed,
On the shift of unexpected bad weather!
'But...
Could that be used as a possibility? '
And...
If it is as easy as that to take and not find?
Who are these people...
That can get away doing this time after time?
I want in on this action.
I could use a new suit!
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