You crack open a walnut
and pick out the good bits
and throw away the rest
and think life's like that,
some of it anyway,
what,
not sure if any,
any what,
anywhat of life's like that.
Business doesn't fool us.
We expect personal morality
in our politicians,
and when they become businessmen
we expect personal morality compromised.
We're upwised.
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