Lexigrams of the Moment

Step aside, ’tis I!

This great ego has to chart, steer a great ship.

The earth is his.

I got to go, I got to do! Drop it! PERIOD!

I hate the great herd, I hate dopes!

Oh, Christ!

See a gap … see a trap!

Peter has a great ego, PRIDE.

He acts, he scores, he aces, he is a star.

As he dares, his actions are right.

He is GOD - he desires a stop to terror.

He is a dog - he cheats, strips others their pride.

He zig zags.

So, Peter is great, Peter is a creep.

His peers regard Peter as a priest or a cheater.

He is a sort - he terrorizes those he regards as dearest.

This actor preaches, he dates, he cheats.

Treat Peter as a harried do-er.

As he tries to act right - he creates errors.

This tiger desires riches.

He is hot shit.

He eats grapes.

He has grist.

I do pot-shots, stage riots, get as I desire.

He has a hard grip.

He see a chore, he orders - gets others to do it.

I said, I repeat … DO IT!

He has a deep grasp, as he reads pages, pages, pages - charts.

Peers see Peter as a great air-head - ego.

Peter operates, ran a great ship charted to get others the earth a right path to riches.

He hates those cries he is a short size or his hair is a rag <his hair IS a rag>.

Peter is great at this sport - as he see chaos, he creates order. Others cheer.

He has this edge, so he tries, tries, tries.

His riches are here - a storage chest.

His pride, ego are so great.

John Maynard Keynes, a mannered man, see some men deny needy men money.

Keynes says, SHARE!

He says, see money made or earned as random:

One day a man has hard-earned money - one day same man has no money.

Money and means are random - one day here, one day no.

Keynes’ ardor on shared money annoys some.

Some see Keynes as a jerk. Men need own hard-earned money! Share? NO!

Some jeer, see needy as rank, seedy.

Keynes hearkens: Yes, some men may seem needy as a drama. Some.

Keynes says many more needy men are normal and hardy.

Deny men money years and years, and see mean hordes!

Damn! Needs are hardly dramas - no joke.

Men may need a hand, so share!

One day, some okay may end in need. See?

Dare anyone deny needy men need money?! SHAME!

Ready? SHARE!

Keynes shared?

Yes. Keynes shared. Keynes had money.

Again, I am in on a burning rumor.

I groan, moan.

I blog: BUNK!

I’m a normal man! I’m no brain!

No brag. (Big, big brain …)

I’m normal! At a prank or a lark I grin; I’m big on a prim girl.

On our globa_  pain plan, I’m grim.

No pink lung.

In a group I rank a minor. (No brag.)

I plug a gap.

Re: our pain-plan map, I blink.

A blank …

Pork? Or no pork?

His mission is to state the basis of blame.

To Taleb, a machine is not able to choose the best.

To base all on lies is to lose all in a chasm.

Don’t tell small lies! I HATE a man to lose all he has on THIS!

The masses listen to some men, then let those same men steal all.

THIS is the shame!

Let him alone at his mental math!

He has to be the best in class.

He hates to be lost.

I teach classes on this alone!

He is a blast in class.

His smile is nice.

Economist, philosopher, and author of ‘The Black Swan’ and ‘Fooled by Randomness - The hidden role of chance in life and in the markets’

I am a a mere moth in fear of the great monetary nightmare.

I am a not a man to regret … yet I regret that I got into the monetary fray.

I am not one to forget either - yet I forgot that I HATE MATH!

I am that moth, the fire - hot.

I am in a frenzy! In fright! Let me try to get in gear!

I got my finger on it, I go forth - tho I hate the money matter.

I try to get the grim throng free of their home matter.

Home, home, home! Grant, rent a home to the throng!

The throng hate that men got them into the great money matter.

They fear that I might harm them more than the other men!

I fear that I might!

I am not ‘great’! I am a man! I I fear! I faint! I fart!

I am nothing!

I am not great at math, I forget many a thing!

From time to time I fear that I am not right for the ‘home’ or monetary matter.

From time to time I am frozen in fear! Money? ME? NO! NOT ME!

I hear their crying. I care — then, I get frozen in fear.

The maze I am in - Man!

I am not a man(a)ger!! I am a man!! Get it?! The matter — HOT!

I zero in on the throng — their home matter, hot! Real fear there!

I zero in on the grief of the throng.

I am in anger, rage.

I am in a maze that I fight to get free from.

Many are angry, in rage, that I am at the great height.

They fear that I am not right for the great fight!

I fear that they are RIGHT.

They hear that I am not great, they fear that I am not great.

I am not great. I am a man!

Then, there are many in faith that I might mitigate the grief and fear of the throng.

Many more are angry that I might get the matter more grim.

I fear that many are angry at me.

I get my heart into the matter.

I try to get the great monetary engine to go.

I might harm the great engine — ‘tho I, many got faith in me.

Hear me! I got to get men to agree!

The more I hear the crying, the giant ache, the more I try to get the great engine to go right.

If I try, I might get it right.

Many got to get faith in me that I get it right!

If I get the throng to hear, to care, agree, and try together, I might mitigate the grief.

I mean it! Get the faith in me to get it right, to get the great monetary engine to go!

Together, together, together I mitigate the home matter, mitigate the great grief of the throng.

Anyone got faith in me anymore?

No.