from The Prison Poems of Kenneth Lay
Posted: February 28, 2013 Filed under: Discovery | Tags: Enron, poem, prison poems of kenneth lay 2 Comments »I cooked the books
and the books tasted
like filet mignon.
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Filet mignon-flavored cooked books are conspicuously absent from a certain list of reasons to live. I’ve noted that was only a partial list, but one wonders if Kenneth Lay wouldn’t prefer his cooked books to taste like, for instance, yogurt-covered pretzels.
I’ll email Ken and ask.