Hakuna matata: you taught me, dear Walt,
To believe that every opposite has its
Consuming response, and that I must
Work for you, for the family, to keep
The stock price that grandma handed
Out as high as possible (sustained, or
Not): that's what responsibility looks
like. Kill your uncle, edit the sentence,
Eat a talking animal and rule the kingdom,
For as long as your soul shall remain
Dead to the elephant graveyard.
Bring your lawsuits to bear,
Mr. Mouse; you taught us that
All publicity is equity grift.
Thank you, thank you again,
For building us a world that
We could try to predict for
Money, without any chance of
Losing if we've read the case law
And marry the daughter of the
Chief of Delaware's chancery.
Put me inside a person, I mean
Legally surrounded persons,
Doesn't matter which one, though
Make it the one that doesn't
Pay taxes; or wait, that's not very
Specific. Put me in, to the place
Where the coaches have learned
Not to yell, but rather use their
Coercive power gently, negotiating
Against the wall, that wall from that
Other now-dis-sneeze moving picture
With the garbage dump that has
The Crushing Walls and the Good
Vs. No Job Force, capitalized to
Satay out of the courts, because
Respect is the authoritarian
Mission of the providers of something
To do, for a price, and a salary.
Roman Ryan 