Protected by money markets and treasury bonds
Let me bear sell-offs like a reactor melt
Should markets rise or fall like corbans.
Let me take on Wall Street with a bicycle belt,
Should the writer be driven by phone.
Let me gulp my bonds like a patty melt,
Should words peak in my throat on the throne.
Because they keep going down up
Like a salty sea of sanity
To check remiss reality.
And when they go down,
I shall not drown, or sell or frown,
Or upward gush the race to rush
Like lemmings to the edge of brush.
Instead, I'll compound semaphores
of Ginnie Maes with cortical maze,
And softly fallen metaphors,
That skate cleanly shaven buy waves.
There's trading room on the Web, even for a bond.
Still it huddles half-afraid, its eyes Wall Street-wide,
Competing for less leisure loaned.
Bring on your stockbrokers, unparagoned.
Drive in the economists, impelled and unowned.
Rational traders plan throngs of the wise
To bulbous investors unafraid to upclimb.
Our Dow-cloistered voices peal macabre guise.
Bonds peaking too early snare on the barbed wire of time.
To sell your stocks online, first animate pregnant ads
Disguised as direct response sales letters.
Under your security's current fads,
Sound will crush text in its path, a ballet leap across square-jowled betters.
Juggle Nasdaq's afterwit. Enjoy your perquisite.
Behold the flowering of Universal Mind spiel.
Investors must play "What's My Conduit?"
Retirement planning seized control of sweeping buzz appeal.
To move stocks as entertainment, sell mutuality chapters.
Bonds sell environmental histories of property risk.
Midlist brokers need super sequels as time captors.
Showbiz, let it be, and forever, temerity. So runs the flash drive.
Let me take on Wall Street with insight
In this race for a proper return.
Let me search enough hindsight,
Steeled investors are quick to discern.
Let me pause in a market so bearish,
To buy theme-park surprise.
As the Fed turns rates debonairish,
Foresight-wracked brokers surmise.
Markets spin vintage group theater,
Horizontal expression of the vertical desire to acquire.
Double dominion's wish-creator,
Showbiz, not fear or greed games conspire.
And when the market's art and technology merge
To bring out the creator in us all,
I'll take profit in the dirge,
and broadcast memoirs in a food-court mall.
Irony controls markets, as figures of speech,
Virtues of technology's plug-and-play fee.
By casting dollars with global reach,
Invest in that safety-net called wait-and-see.
Something strolled wonderfully right through the door.
Asking, "Where have we improved?"
Is there creativity on the Stock Exchange floor?
Has peristalsis in a time capsule moved?
Panopticons know all, so panopticon-bound,
Push technology became too rough, a midlist
When we all need a best seller, and so we found
The Web unrisked, unmasked, unmissed.
Search Engines' stock read, "Are We Still Number One?"
While investors traded from their online gazebo.
Dreaming of DVDs skipping crazily on a run,
Webmasters sold their placebo.
Computers streamline senses by masking noise.
At their exits, existence fades.
Ambient hums of Treasury bonds escape as toys.
Joy is social security, entertainment, and shades.
Bandwidth creates "bond-with" as we bond with bands of treasuries triumphant.
Let our memoirs mark time capsules in ironies.
Sculpture from the spectrum, holographic chimes.
Double-knit smiles for my registered rep...
We are seas of sanities like nets cast on the face of stars.
Metaphor becomes metonymy.
Music in you dazzles spectrums of rainbows.
Lightspeed beyond on all editors' days, forever.
Stay in my dreams to temper when logistics granulate.
Dear bond trader, whose music reaches a poet's estate.
Show mercy in a strategic maze.
Music and Pen together, two multipartite beats.
We long to compose and twist hours into hope.
Music and words aimed at petals that sunlight eats.
Editors of investment journals envelop music in glaciers.
We play the frozen notes and grow music's amber sheaves.
From seedling finance writers grow sky-wracked editors.
Two shifting textures dazzle music into metaphors.
We have metonymy, a pastel symmetry.
Let us map the notes that connect the dots of our lives.
We create and inspire all for Wall Street.
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