Pic: Claire Palmer
the curse of the ninth
for davos
they’ve come
they’ve mingled
they’ve talked
the cartel’s been formed
the consensus made
the cocktails downed
another crunch put to rest,
prone-naked at the feet of their castle
it doesn’t help
to be culinary-rich in my third-world kitchen
it doesn’t help
you piss on me to demonstrate your trickle-down effect
it doesn’t help you help
you, the showboat who will sink in the spittoon
you, the priest ghost who fears no sermon
you, the oxy-moron in corporate straight-jacket
and you the platitude of the opulent
watch out on the ninth
there’s a scratch angle
ko ko thett