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Wall Street BonfireThe counting houses reachToward the rising sun.Their cold steel-plated glassLoves watching itself sway.Rumors can frighten the herdBoth inside and outside the pillar.Those with only tents leftPitch them in the park,Repeating the script, they knowWhere they are on the map.Staying in good health costs money,A luxury even fewer can afford.To learn who they are, they wantTo be physically beaten and jailed,Witnessing the bankruptcies,Ashes and bones for the dog pound.[Disposable Poem November 12, 2011]Dr, Mike
Wall Street Bonfire
ReplyDeleteThe counting houses reach
Toward the rising sun.
Their cold steel-plated glass
Loves watching itself sway.
Rumors can frighten the herd
Both inside and outside the pillar.
Those with only tents left
Pitch them in the park,
Repeating the script, they know
Where they are on the map.
Staying in good health costs money,
A luxury even fewer can afford.
To learn who they are, they want
To be physically beaten and jailed,
Witnessing the bankruptcies,
Ashes and bones for the dog pound.
[Disposable Poem November 12, 2011]
Dr, Mike