REGULATORY INTELLIGENCE
A Centralized Platform for
Regulatory Change
Management
And Compliance REGOLOGY….
WTF!!! Is REGOLOGY????
The religion of the WOKE.
A mindful excavation of the cavernous abyss of addlepated thought.
Perhaps a “REGOLOGY FOR DUMMIES” book is forthcoming
Maybe…”A DOXOLOGY OF REGOLOGY” Hymnal?
Followed by an APOLOGY
For….
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition” (Monty Python)
4/9/2023
DEATH
Mor Mpment,
Original hour
Regulatory
Temporal of
Human species ...
LIFE
ideal view
Intelligent state,
Divine gift
Loving presence
Supernatural Nature ...!
Nobody gave us super powers
though we can hope to grow invisible wings,
small stubby wings
that we can use to hop from here to there.
I will say this just the once,
there is absolutely nothing anyone can do
about the climate.
The tides will come in and out
and all we can do is watch.
The world is not chaotic
it has its own regulatory systems,
it needs no help
from we small-minded creatures.
If the Earth were a ship
among a starry ocean - and it is,
we would be the rats in its hold;
not that we are not potentially Gods
but not just yet.
Knowing there is nothing we can do,
maybe we should stop thinking we can change
the natural order of things,
we should all cease trying
and grow grapes to make wine
for those rainy days and such.
So you’re feeling like a lab rat,
cagey edicts don’t experimentally sit well with you
Those white coat government cats
be cheesing you off with the moldy logic they spew
Lockdowns are the latest liberty mousetrap —
Regulatory rules
has you shuffling priorities in a
decision-making maze
Masking your fears makes you jargon adept
Bureaucratic tools
got guinea pigs in info-read disarray
Bombarded by EM waves
Keep Pied piping that pandemic noise
24-7,
sunup to sundown
Audio dosage got you losing your poise
Nine eleven
is the replicated alarm
Nervous ticks
be giving you untimely, irregular palpitations
Keyboard clicks
spamming your eyes with scientific divinations
Herd impunity has you so unhinged!
Injectable salvation
is being force fed in a plastic syringe
Petri dish piety,
it has plenty of quarantine side-effects
Vial hesitancy
will hazard the odds to cadaver dissect
07-25-21
Every few weeks he would move
from one rented room to another.
He and his tartan suitcase
would travel one stop
on the London Underground
to find a corner shop.
Corner shops
were where elephants went
to find advertisements for lodgings.
The city had many corners.
Nowadays If you do not fit
the regulatory norms
you will be asked to report
to a rehabilitation center.
A therapy plan will be devised
or you will have to join the circus.
In those days
if you carried a tartan bag
and kept moving,
people assumed you were selling something.
People always need something,
back then they were quite specific;
they wanted mouse traps.
Now they want more powerful mice.
After a few weeks in rented rooms
the landlord would grow suspicious.
Life would become difficult.
There always has been prejudice
against the not small.
Then the elephant in the room
would pack his soft suitcase
and leave.
THE MATRIARCHAL LOVE PROTEST
On such a time as this,
When the faithful air
In the cupid enclave
Becomes vulnerable
To the fouling presence
Of the all intrusive diffusion
Of the strange breath of the foreign god;
When the dreaded local deities
Could no longer curb the patriarchal excesses
Of the men;
When the regulatory safeguard
Of patriarchy is wantonly let loosed,
The big masquerade, who hitherto had been in her full elements of shamefacedness, leaves the background,
To claim her territory in forewarning
To the accompanying goddesses
In the temple of the visiting cupid god of Valentine.
Chris E. Agbiti, Esq.
Follow the money
Sergio Magkitsky did,
now he’s dead
Offload the stolen money offshore,
safe from regulatory confiscation
Hide the digital footprints
tracking back
to innocent Russian blood that was shed
Don’t get looped into
a diversionary sound byte
Keep following the money instead ...
Dirty money getting laundered clean
Circulating back
into the filthy hands of the enemy
Block the flow with well-placed sanctions,
shut the door
to the underground corruption being done
Following the money
will put your life in peril
So you always gotta stay
two steps ahead
Sergio Magkitsky didn’t ...
now he’s dead
You only go to heaven if I go to hell,
There’s no invigilator, caller or bell,
No church regulatory board to seal,
The fate of the many’s dying peal.
There are boards of regulation,
But no unified voice of veneration,
To salute for marking boundaries,
Saving from godly inflammatories.
There is no heaven physically,
That we can see or view visually,
No location in space to validate,
Bigots voices who do imprecate.
I rather think it an aesthetic value,
A vague opinion for kids to follow,
Not a framework rational and clear,
For choosers to accept with cheer.
i guess i have no title today
you left me in the right center of dismay
stones have a better life than i
even the most microscopic pebble has more of a reply
yet and still the sun always shine on you
meanwhile i am cornsmut in the dirt without a hint of a clue
from regulatory bland to candy apple red,
my malnourished misery you happily being fed
until the time comes when i am completely evaporated,
slam me as hard as you can in the porcelain tub and then slice me until i am completely decapitated
eventually rigor mortis will leave me in a pungent state of disarray
i guess i have no title today
Despotic Dynasty
Dead leaves of thoughts scrape along the asphalt of subjugation,
but whatever we do we will not climb the mountain of surrender.
There was a moment of freedom, a spring before the righteous,
those who had promised liberty, took power, created new laws
and a new layer bureaucracy, a jungle of words where individuals
were trapped like flies in a spider’s web of conflicting rules; and
it was winter again. At the whim of a president or a mere rumour
you could be imprisoned forever as enemy of the state; no one
told you why? And no one told us that sympathy is paramount to
treason. Yet humanity prevails over official regulatory reasons.
But the dream is after walking through five mountain passes, see
the sun arise and as mist disperse, there a city of light floating in
the clouds, and there will be a joyous cry from the dispossessed.