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
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