Money is like fire.
It has a life of its own.
A fire out of control
can burn down a mountain.
A fire barely fed
will never warm a house.
If money is what you crave,
give it plenty to burn.
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The Air Bubble
The air bubble
That keeps a scuba diver alive,
If caught in the throat,
Can kill faster than a falling
Stock exchange.
Not even death wipes out debt:
Chinese burn paper money
So smoke reaches their ancestors
But without the air bubble,
There can be no fire.
Without the air bubble,
There can be no stock exchange
Gambling on the rise of credit
That underlies fantasy
Money in banks.
It’s no surprise that Venus
Rises on the half-shell
Of soap bubbles selling
Conditioner for her curls
And perfume in Venice.
[Disposable Poem February 23, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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