The one thing you’ve learned in this exchange,
is how to manipulate me.
I could forgive the lie,
still you’re a boar.
For ex-lovers
who care tell me,
there’s nothing that we can’t fix.
We’ve made some presumptions
sailing out of this safe harbor.
Able or not, I will surely pay.
When I speak, remember,
from this date forward,
all I say is qualified.
Deny it all you want,
to me you are systemically important.
Down each arm I feel every toxic word.
I am off-balance, and the sheet lies rumpled.
You have unwound me more than anyone else I have
met in my life.
I raise my glass to your new rules,
then pour a second drink.
You are concerned about coverage?
Let’s strip down for a midnight swim
in the same pools.
Regulatory bodies slipping out of their suit jackets,
finding whatever harmonization they can
while crossing each others’ borders,
seeking that elusive union in which we meet all standards,
have weighed our risks perfectly,
and can tell you exactly how this will resolve
when it inevitably fails.
bad regulatory poetry 