Synthetic Deceit

Synthetic Deceit…

Remember, higher risk reaps greater rewards

and where is your place on life’s chessboard.

Are you King of your castle, bringer of hope?

Or like a pawn, is the kingdom out of your scope.


Are you the bulwark, risk-averse trader?

Or hidden in shadow banks, a true imitator?

Are you fool enough as a “caveat emptor?”

Or do you follow tranches unto their letter?


Each crisis we have is swamped with nostalgia

We’ve seen it before, with snubs on algebra.

Like one plus one equals three, Triple A’s

To have, flawless hindsight in the coming days.


Are you creditworthy, because in reality,

You could afford high risk loans; What scrutiny.

They didn’t care, you funded their wild parties

They robbed you, without even saying sorry.


Default, default, and deprive any acclaim

Take the money, the cars, the pride, take the name.

But pay those late fees, lest no one forget

that two piles of trash cannot make baguettes


The government bails them out to save the (weak/week)

and still million dollar bonuses forever they seek.

Where was their failsafe, their margin for error?

their calculated risk on all said endeavors?


They passed out fake fortunes, like joints in a cypher

none understanding the meaning of cipher.

The debt one encountered was hemorrhaged, not bleeding.

None could seal the wound, it just kept on feeding.


The losses ranged from boundless to sorrowful—

Beyond reason we fed and kept their mouths full.

The naïve, blindsided, woeful chaps and lasses

But don’t question their insight, just drink from their chalice.


How two-faced they are, shaking hands and agreeing

Whilst through E-mails, they’re laughing so hard that they’re tearing.

They took advantage of us, while creating nothing

and from nothing to boot, the outcomes were crushing.


Homeowners, once proud, living in tent cities

Soup kitchens, food stamp lines, and none of them pitied,

Because everyone was hurting, crying, unstable,

looking out for a way to put food on the table.


And in the end, those who pioneered such debt

Took to the night in their private yachts and jets

Criminals of changeable fictional economies

The world on a stick by the rich aristocracy

Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

6 thoughts on “Synthetic Deceit

  • October 24, 2017 at 2:56 PM

    Man you nailed the entire financial district with this one Paul – I quite enjoyed your choice of words as well. It’s sad that the regular person has to suck up the mistakes while the traders keep getting the bonuses and wealth. Nice work.

    • October 26, 2017 at 8:18 PM

      I just watched The Big Short over again, and this all came to my mind. In turn I watched a documentary about Lehman Bros. and the corruption at the highest level was so immense and profound, yet still the upper echelon players maintained their status, and yes we take it on the chin as middle class citizens. Thank you so much Ralph.

  • October 24, 2017 at 4:34 PM

    Well done Paul, yes the avarice of these moguls and the pain caused by their actions continue to clog up economies and devastate the poor souls sold. Nicely expressed and phrased my friend.

    • October 26, 2017 at 8:23 PM

      Yes sir. The rich control the wealth and manipulate our everyday dealings. It is truly sad that this has happened at the highest level in so many aspects of business and trading, and we are just pawns in the grand scheme of things. Thank yoy so much my friend for reading.

    • October 26, 2017 at 8:23 PM

      Thank you so much Phyllis. Glad you enjoyed


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