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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The yuppie in the grey land</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The office door closes<br>behind the man that leaves embarrassed<br>and the yuppie smiles<br>and sees himself as a banker<br>and knows that he takes much more<br>than he gives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The usury act is gone<br>and fifty percent interest on loans<br>is a nice thing<br>and if people want to be stupid<br>it fits him well<br>and something bothers him<br>and he ignores it<br>as silliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a burning cigarette in his mouth<br>he gets into his shiny machine<br>and cut three cars of, <br>when his car leaves rubber tracts behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He blows the smoke out with pleasure<br>and his car stops at a red light, <br>where a blonde doll bends forward on the sidewalk<br>and he looks at two firm D-breasts<br>with hard nipples.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lust froths in him<br>and he looks her out, <br>but she’s to near to forty<br>or maybe past it<br>and he grabs his cell phone<br>to get a number on it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whole time is playtime, <br>a lovely voice greets him<br>and he smiles<br>and ask if he can meet her<br>and makes an immediate appointment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the other side of the street<br>there’s a man with long hair, <br>a beard, t-shirt and jeans<br>and he snubs at him<br>and the man replies<br>Jesus saves<br>and when he drives away<br>he hears<br>peace to you mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a Beautiful blonde<br>waits for him at the door<br>and pushes a glass of KWV wine<br>into his right hand<br>and when the door closes behind them<br>he greets her with a hungry kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She works alone from her house<br>and they go and sit <br>at her bar counter, <br>where he counts of some notes<br>and she pours a glass of Johnny Walker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They chat and drink<br>and smoke for a while<br>as if he’s her boyfriend, <br>before they start spooning<br>and their clothes lie<br>in a line along the carpet to the bed<br>where he makes love to her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hands plays with her firm breasts<br>and big nipples<br>and they get intimate<br>past all pleasure<br>and when he showers later<br>she joins him and they play again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the lounge against the wall<br>there’s a painting <br>of a Madonna figure<br>and he looks at the golden cross<br>that hangs around her neck<br>and the words of the man at the traffic light<br>keep repeating in his mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drink a few bottles of Johnny Walker, <br>before he walks on unsteady legs<br>to his car, <br>where she greets him with a kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drives through the suburb<br>near his house<br>and the car <br>is all over the road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Near a school<br>he accelerates for the last bit<br>and hits a girl<br>that crosses at some zebra stripes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s a terrible smash<br>and he’s really drunk<br>and the child lies lifeless<br>and he feels nauseous<br>and hear that the car’s engine<br>still running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knows that if the police<br>finds him at the accident, <br>he will be arrested and jailed<br>and the words of the man at the traffic light<br>hangs bitter over him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly there are people<br>about him<br>and when he drives away, <br>it’s too quick for somebody <br>to get the number<br>and in the distance <br>he hears the siren<br>of an ambulance getting near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are tears in his eyes<br>when he stops in his garage<br>and he is almost sober from fright<br>and looks at himself, <br>for the first time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stays in the dented car <br>and prays<br>and he doesn’t know<br>how to fix things, <br>but decides to try anyway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: grey land=> a Place between right and wrong. Grey is somewhere between black and white.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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The office door closes
behind the man that leaves embarrassed
and the yuppie smiles
and sees himself as a banker
and knows that he takes much more
than he gives.

The usury act is gone
and fifty percent interest on loans
is a nice thing
and if ..."></div>
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