He was thrilled to shill his best bet token
AM green candles he had awoken
So I FOMO’d in chasing candles green
Surely to see more money than I’d seen
But alas, the baned black swan, it appeared
Way worse than any flash crash I had feared
Fearing my FOMO turned flat into FUD
Fainting to facedown in red-tainted mud
He made his move, got out, and I got burned
That frenzied fickle market, it had turned
Quick to find, then lose, that forward motion
Quick to quit, then wrestle with emotion
Craving fast quick cash that we can’t refuse
Never buy more than you’re willing to lose
red mountain
stands still
black ribbon
cuts between
you aren't always
still
not if by faith
I can cast you into the sea
still
is never
forever
but still we are
not so long
have I
not been the traffic
cutting between
still
to know something
I would cast you into
the sea
but these problems
I need
red mountain
big rough ugly
barren pile of rocks
you comfort me
vultures, ravens, and crows
soar up your slopes
roost on your ridges
nest in your
craggy clefts
don't worry
stone mamma
I command you to be
still
forever
poor scavengers and
I need you
this ceaseless stream
of fud
dividing us
I cast
into the sea
with my little mustard seed
red mountain
lie still with me
The leer at-
the anointment,
a cruise controlled gear-
gets no appointment,
the gruesome task is
to trust the element-
scarce-
or even just feebly miscalculated,
as another was given the equality one was torn out of the page book,
a traveler,
an infector.
Mermaids, sirens of the seven seas,
Guardians of Davey Joanne’s keys
Water babes, in rivers seen to swim
Young mermaids, now there’s a thing!
Kermit the frog, and miss Piggy too
Live shows, were all a joy to view
Donald Duck, weren’t he quackers
Scooby Doo, his mates all crackers
Bugs Bunny, always asking Doctors
Skippy one of Australia’s many hoppers
Elmer Fud, very strange character
Woody Woodpecker, his laughter
Speedy Gonzalez, a tiny little mouse
Sleeping Beauty found herself a spouse.
Robin Hood and his band of merry men,
Perhaps they were good way back then?
Bill and Ben and little weed, blib a blob
Pop Eye, loved his corn on the cob
Okay, I know, he loved his spinach
Oh yes, and Olive, both now vintage
Walt Disney, Hanna Barbra knew the score
Making children laugh, for them not a chore
Back now, in the land of the living
If you’ve spotted mistakes please be forgiving
Souped-up rolling solid shields
for little tiny cars.
Speeders breezing through the wind
for living honored stars.
Racers whizzing through the current
tingling from their blood.
Frightened feeling they can't stop
accompanying them to fud.
Confident will, covet the other
the only desire hastens in feather
scutter with wings to reach and cuddle
hence the flower blazing in sun
fud its feeling in well and run
impaired it stays for days an days
to find one reason to blaze
and bring back what once was phaze
Mi camma to America wid a passion for moni en fud,
hoppin to getta rich;
en de sai det gold is founda in striz!
Mi work en work ol dei
to meke sam dollar,
en mi eat pizza, en drink vino...
mi wanna be lika Al Pacino:
a famos attor ov Hollivud!
En me veit too mani iers, to see butiful voman
laika Marilin Monro...whata a fess!
Whata a bodi! A Diva so sexi!
En mi wanna be laika Valentino from Italia,
to sedus ol duh pritty ladi vid mi ciarma;
en ol kiss mi...O locki Casanova!
English Translation:
I come to America with a passion for money and food,
hoping to get rich;
and they say that gold is found on streets!
I work and work all day
to make some dollar,
and I eat pizza and drink wine...
I would like to be like Al Pacino
a famous actor in Hollywood!
And I waited many years to see beautiful women
like Marilyn Monroe...what a face!
What a body! A Diva so sexy!
And I like to be like Valentino from Italy,
to seduce all the pretty ladies with my charm;
and they all kiss me...O lucky Casanova!!
Entered in Deborah's Gucci, " Dialects make the world go around "
(Brooklyn-Italian dialect)
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci