Poem ...
Wall Street
Soon the skies
filled with suits and ties
Will end that made up glut
Of Wall Street lies
Sell the stock
Fool the flock
When they sell
Watch the clock
When bottomed out
Deliver that shout
Buy baby, buy
That's what it's about
Inside Trade
Got it made
The ruse keeps on
New money is weighed
Rabid Poet
End of the Circle
End of the Circle
Song without a song
Fleeing from this moment
Never seeing I was wrong
Clock hand keeps on sweeping
Never stopping for my tears
Never finding the beginning
Ever marking my new fears
In my mind I travel
To far reaches of space
Only to find that
I never left this place
End of the circle
Song without a song
If only one could tell me
What I'm doing wrong
I look for new beginnings
Surely knowing they will end
Trying to leave an endless circle
With nothing else to send
End of the Circle
Song without a song
When is beginning soon
And when is very long
Rabid Poet
A Darkening Sky
I cast my eye
On a darkening sky
One that must be passed through
With consumption we knew
Would not pass us by
Rabid Poet
