What a wonderful discovery that was made this week. A magical land that wasn’t supposed to be discovered. Where the rich can become richer and deny that they are. Wow.
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Listen, it’s as old as forever,
stretching back to when Man lost
his first feather,
and acquired this thirst for excess.
He left the hell hole he plunged into after
molting, swearing he would never Fall again.
And with an impious grace, he perfected fore-sight
in the form of an off-shore shell game.
Never would he rest.
Nor would he forget
The riches he could wrest
from others in his debt.
Now snaking through many a corporate battle,
his plumed tail betrays its original rattle.
For a quick overview of the Panama Papers scandal, click here: wikipedia.org/wiki/Panama Papers