ipso facto

By Stanley Collymore

 

I needed a loan rather quickly and initially didn’t

know where to turn, so in the interim I decided

to rob a bank, as they’ve loads of money to

burn. Unfortunately though, I was soon

apprehended shopped by an inquisitive

neighbour you see, who accidentally

discovered what I’d done and

exultantly told the police. In court

I willingly pleaded guilty and

sincerely apologized for my

crime but even though I’d

returned all the money

that I stole, the bank

still insisted that I

did jail time. The judge agreed and I got 15 years, a

darn sight more than most murderers; and quite

honestly, if you were to ask me, a hell of a

long time to ponder over the folly of what

I did, namely that rather than robbing

bank depositors, in the ham-fisted

manner I had, I should have

curried favour with those in

the City of London and

become an immune

bankster instead!

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

17 September 2013.

 

 

Footnote:

Many a true word, the old English saying overtly reminds us, is often spoken in jest and this allegorical poem I’ve written is bang on in that respect. You see, the principal flaw in the oft-repeated and lying mantra that banks and other major, corporate financial institutions are too big, important and vital to the economic well-being of everyone to ever let them fail naturally is that the inferred well-being, that is fundamentally venal in character, and that those who’re dishonestly and exuberantly beating this particular drum of self-interest are really concerned about, is none other than their very own.