For the fat cat
the mad hatter
tangled and twisted metal
smoke stacks wood stoves and smoking jackets
for the lunatic the professor the needle-nosed pricks
running their rackets
for eskimo people
for abelone shells
for swindlers gazing at you and past you
the way that imperfect glare
feels in my stomache
when someone takes in too much air
or the rub of the nose whenever money is involved
it can mean only oppression
Or for the man next to me making signs about the Arizona Immigration bill
for the man in the woods who
took way too much acid
his eyes itched and he
asked his lucid mulatto girlfriend with a cute wavy Afro
for some Visine after dropping Blue Moon into both of his eyes
two drops in each I was told
for the guy trading stocks who was sold 10 year old socks instead
for the uncle who lost his leg
for the other one whose money I lost
I post this crap for free and I’m a heterosexual poet who trades stocks for fun
it’s all true
but what’s even worse
than this tired shitty little poem
is what might happen in a few short weeks
Consider this verse which is mainly for the meek
the powers that be are satanic indeed
and they want to throw us from a cliff
So unless the riggers can continue to rig
entertain yourself by reading or dance a jig
until then watch the 200 day moving average, the 65 day moving average and the 50 day
Beneath the friendly headlines, the Wall Street beast wants to rob the shit out of you
