The goal of meeting productivity is like a circus monkey on his back, he knows his vast experience is key, but can't predict this market out of whack. Distractions in the center ring prepare for what economies might do today, and media, not heeding quiet prayer, reports mad politics in disarray. So what is he to do to keep their jobs? The weight of workers' hope and open floor is wearing, and executives, all snobs, park Beemers where their workers can't ignore. The savior for the circus will arrive when markets turn again and come alive.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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