The investment industry, gambling in a scuba suit
Interest rate risk, like blowing through a paper flute
Affairs of accounts, replacements for a lonely heart
Billionaire bankers, glean you as financial art
Subordinated debt, you’re an asset that can bond
Dow Jones Average, you’re a mean of illusions spawned
Vested venture risk, your dead poet’s society
Commercial competition, source of your anxiety
Free market futures, to soften your resistance
Reinvested capital gains, to edit your existence
Economic recession, when money goes on a diet
Capital gains taxes, when robbery is the riot
Asset allocation, a future of cherry picking
Bear market declines, the sound of money ticking
Categories:
subordinated, irony, money,
Form: Rhyme
a sense
of persons past
in fallen shapes
abandoned
delineated
woven
distilled demeanours
brooding
vulnerable
in
precise
posture
novel partial
insights
personal
prejudice
implied
casually contrived
yet
inherent
subordinated
in
the
dispassionate eye
Categories:
subordinated, art, poetry,
Form: Verse