the
cash on the barrel head
paid
the ultimate price
desperate
for recognition
it
set out to buy a new congress
with
puts & calls
before
liquidity
went
under water
before
the river turned to sludge
or
caught fire
again
before
the alchemists
picked
thru their bitcoins betting on the future
tossing
them against the wall
transforming
themselves
into
drug store cowboys
or
soda jerk bow ties
then
telling you to hurry up & choose a side
do
you remember then
when
wall street opened its mouth
&
all your change
got
swallowed
like a jukebox or pinball machine
but
you never lost confidence
that
every song & dance
would
end by midnight
and
sometimes
you
got lucky
catching
the last streetcar
home
---
e b bortz
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