One Bad Night

Cheers Piri brawd, I tried to write the poem in a way that left it open to many interpretations. The poem actually  started off in my head when I reflected on spending a night in a hotel behind the old Iron curtain many years back. I rang the reception to to see if I could get some soap and fresh towels. The receptionist couldn't supply me with those but asked me if I would like a girl or a boy to share my bed for the night as she had plenty that I could choose from. It was a hotel in a place that felt like hell.  From that memory using artistic license  I found my first line and then made that thought go on new imagined directions. The big  corporates all around the world get the big market share, take away the competition and then rip the consumer off. I used to work for a small company that did a lot of government work. We could always compete on price and quality. When they started moving to a preferred supplier process we started to miss out to the big operators not even given a chance to submit a tender. So to explain the government used to have an open competitive process, where any supplier can submit a tender or proposal to the  government buyer for review. Then the powers to be under our different political leaderships here moved to the closed competitive process, where selected suppliers are invited to submit tenders or proposals.  To make it simple for themselves they went through a process of cutting it down to just a handful of companies who could quote cutting out many good companies from that market like the one I worked for. They also introduced. direct sourcing,  apparently as we were told to save the government money and time where a selected supplier always a big corporate is directly approached by a government buyer to do the work.

Here in NZ we have the Monopolies Commission a big joke that is supposed to stop monopolistic practices by businesses. and ensure fair competitive principles to give consumers a fair deal.

The world is full of corruption.