now when things went south for you…
and the value has obviously increased…
that’s my question where’s the damage…
assume that everything went horribly wrong…
what’s your damage assume your damage…
you can’t just roll on and on…
let’s make the motions…
let’s start pushing this…
a healthy lawyer-to-lawyer relationship…
give me whatever you got…
to me it sounds a little skeptical…
so what I’m thinking is…
maybe what I can do is…
something like that could even…
if I have to hire somebody like that I just might…
you got burned on this one but life moves on my friend…
I think we need to take care of all the…
and then you and I will sit down and…
bubble up to the surface, smell the numbers…
get all our ducks in a row…
stop the hemorrhaging…
this is my stop I’m getting off…
call my girl…
we’ll get your gravy back…
(A cellphone conversation overheard on the Long Island Rail Road. Submitted by Derek Owens)
Verbatim Poetry 