Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Mephistopheles from his office
mutters intelligible words into
unintelligible meanings, damned
if you do; damned if you donít
round and crooked sounds
that rime with money, mimic
inconclusive music from a stage
of mimes, to stiff a sorrowed heart
stick it to unwary folk, confuse
with confuted facts that obfuscate
and wrapped in subtle sophistry
that traps, folded and entangled
in fine print, intricate lines of caveats.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 12/15/2012 Somewhere over the Atlantic.