Showing posts with label limericks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label limericks. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2014

A little satire on French economist Thomas Piketty, by yours truly

Thomas Piketty has written a big book,
whose thesis is rickety says Bloomberg's Clive Crook,
mistaken about wages both minimum and higher,
for which Diana Furchtgott-Roth says he's a liar.

Entitled Capital in the Twenty-First Century,
its accumulators he'd put in a penitentiary,
while millions now equal (in the theory of this novel),
would no doubt end-up together in a hovel.

We petits rentiers are his "fairly disturbing" problem,
the progeny of capitalism (for Marxists the hobgoblin),
successfully multiplying left and right like rabbits,
Oui! because of our unequal work ethic and habits.


Saturday, September 4, 2010

On "Gin"

This limerick’s for purging my sin,
Ousting lust and desire from within,
Which leaves oodles of space
For agape and grace,
Plus humility, virtue, and gin.

-- Robin Kay Willoughby