The Cost of Free

The old saying "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" lulls us into complacently believing that somehow we're getting away with something when we acquire a benefit or reward without personal cost, or any other form of equitable exchange.   

This simple idiom, however, thoroughly discounts the investments required on a daily basis to feed and care (and dare I say "nurture"?) the cow that has been boastfully milked dry. Someone clearly had to pay for the cow to be in a position to offer up its milk, yet who really wants to talk about the support system’s underbelly when we're so busy getting the goods for nothing? 

And to add free insult to cheap injury, our true nature never fails to inherently add an element of discontent once we’ve obtained our freebie, especially since the majority of us are not immune to the subliminal side effects of ‘free’ – namely, the ultimate reduction in value we psychologically place upon something we never had to earn or pay for.  

'Free' oftentimes equates to valueless and disposable. Just ask a corporate America intent upon increasing bottom line profits on the thralling backs of unpaid interns who have been offered nothing but "Pomp and Promises".

© by DK King

Render Unto The Bailout

Someone famous, yet nameless, once asked the question, “Have you ever noticed that when you put the words “The” and “IRS” together, it spells “THEIRS?”

Wedded Biz

Once upon a time
There was the perfect mate.
Society counsels marry,
That means incorporate.
Articles and by-laws
Once duly created,
Form a household compliant,
And lawfully regulated.
Board meets for nuptials recited
As both in agreement converge.
Separate assets become united
In a co-mingled blend ‘n merge.

So before you speak the words “I do”,
You might want to negotiate
The best deal for you.

Commitment phobes,
More risk adverse,
Commit to share space
Without sharing their purse.
Companionship is rendered
By indie entrepreneurs.
No autonomy’s surrendered,
Shared bennies both procures.
Secerning self preservement
Proves a win-win strategy,
For freelancing contractors
Circumventing legality.

So before you speak the words “I do”,

You might want to explore

The options available to you.

Partners opt in one hundred percent,

Position their investments to grow.
C.F.O. recommendation is buy vs. rent
Before delivering an I.P.O.
Celebration returns every fiscal year end
While hopes and dreams are propagated.
Black bottom line with plenty to spend,
Empty bedrooms soon are populated.
Team players busy multitasking,
Fully booked from morning to night,
Fosters synergistic fast tracking
For unions working the system right.

So before you speak the words “I do”,
You might want to hold in reserve
Something solely for you.

Corporations plan for perpetuity,
Redefining “til death do us part”.
Strategic goal is long term security,
As shown on the pension plan pie chart.
Life cycles forth with its ebb and flow,
Branches form a brand name niche.
Years of laying all those ducks in a row,
Not discounting that seven year itch.
Dissolution optional if shareholders split,
“Happily ever after” seems a fairy tale.
The end of the day finds it difficult to quit
When your business is just too big to fail.

So before you speak the words “I do”,
You might want to ask
Is marriage the right business for you?

© by DK King

"White Minivan" defined

WHITE MINIVAN. Theory.

This is a theory which basically asserts that nothing good ever comes from a White Minivan.

When you notice that the flow of traffic is inexplicably interrupted, just look ahead, and discover for yourself that invariably the source of the hold up is a White Minivan.

Examples demonstrate it best:

Stopped in the carpool lane while the cars in every other lane whoosh by with the speed of light? Try to look beyond the gigantic SUV in front of you and see who’s at the head of the line – bet it’s a White Minivan.

Have you ever found yourself humming with the flow of freeway traffic when out of nowhere comes that White Minivan from the fast lane who’s just realized it’s about to miss the off-ramp it needs in an 1/8th of a mile, as you speechlessly witness it cut off all 4 lanes of traffic (including your own and the semi’s) just in time to make that exit, and with 1/16th of a mile to spare?

Stopped at a signal, sandwiched in with mouth agape, when the White Minivan in front of you backs up straight into your front bumper with its projecting trailer hitch (leaving a very un-aerodynamic hole in its wake) because it didn’t think anyone was behind it and it wanted to turn around without driving around the block? (And yes, I’ve actually had this happen).

All observational research thus far supports the belief that this theory applies to large White Vans and most White SUVs as well.

Theory Footnote: White Minivans typically run in packs with other minivans, and they tend to herd or congregate around school parking lots and the shopping centers of suburbia. These suburban parking lot gatherings take on a surreal life of their own (not far from Stepford) in an asphalt dimension I call the “Land of the Minivan”.

© by DK King

Sparkling Emeralds

Sparkling emeralds

are all I can see as I circle over Shannon.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

"LAB Rat" defined

As mentioned in "Alley Cats" posting below:

LAB RAT. n. Archetype

These are the fringe skulkers who hover just below the radar – like they’re there but not really part of anything. They appear to be pleasant and normal and give the illusion of making some sort of contribution, yet underneath they’re really cold fish with no true need for emotional substance or interpersonal depth.

LAB Rats navigate within a highly compartmentalized world that revolves solely around them which manifests itself in the form of brain-body incongruencies. It’s almost as if some unseen master has strategically placed remote-controlled electronic stimulus patches all over their body and knows just when to trigger the switch. This brain-body disconnect gives them little instinct for even the most rudimentary consideration for the needs of another, resulting in a narcissistic drive to achieve their goals at any cost, without conscience or accountability.

Busy scurrying and always on the go (and clearly no time for quiet introspection sans distraction) LAB Rats can frequently be found flying the redeye from LA to Boston and back again with Blackberry in hand and a GPS perpetually connected to the unseen master.

Evasive and duplicitous by nature, they might even tell you they live in France.

© by DK King

Alley Cats

Amorous moonlight arouses

The old symphony of catcalls,

And summons the faithless,

Aligned along furtive back walls.

Without allegiance,

Instinctively spraying charmed house.

Marking vain territory
In a stale game of cat and mouse.
Fence sitting wanderers
Performing their slinky sashay,
Yowling to stray,
Forever cheap,

And woefully cliché.

Hungry anticipation,
Rough tongue on lips smack,
Never, ever expecting

To give anything back.

Self centered and serving,

Entitled to a fault,

Forget about foreplay,

The senses assault.

Emotionally lazy,

E’er beguiling tender prey,

Purring “It’s all about me”,

“Get your needs out of my way”.

Leonine traveler

Dreams to be king,

Regally demands

In one pompous ring,
“Hurry, stop dawdling,

Aye, drop everything”.

Sheared mane uncovers
Patent patch and sugar drug,
Lays bare the bald wolf crowned
In a crooked sheep’s rug.
Always spying on time,

Busy scurrying like a rat,

Papa is a rolling stone,

And a LAB Rat Alley Cat.

Not a priority,

But convenient after thought.

Beckons at midnight

For an honored one sided talk.

Privileged and blessed,

Nay, holier than thou,

“MAU Me Me MAU”,

Drawls the elitist meow.

Inhaling obsidian air

As cigar fumes float on the waft,

Far too important

To call a common cat back.

Ambiguous, yet

So biased bent,

Overflowing with bitterness,

Even divine discontent.

No one dares ask

Zeitgeist Alley Cat,

Wherever on earth

Might it be at.

Free ranging crude conduct,

Lacking genuine pedigree.

No rewards for bad behavior,

Considering nothing good is free.

Careless roamers still preen on,

Playing every side of the fence.

Duplicitous feline, Mysterious con,

Assuming no consequence.

Gavel drops with heart’s decree,

Suspicious egos birl and balk.

Alley Cats judged clearly unworthy,

Now it’s time to take a walk.

© by DK King

A New Beginning

And a new path ....