The Great Market Plunge (A Poem)

Before the opening gong,
There’ll come to a new trading day,
News of a swoon in Hong Kong,
Fears sov’reign bonds might not pay;

Profits, but draped with stark warnings,
Earnings, but sales that fell,
?Inflation, again prices spawning,
Fears, talking heads can not quell;

The Fed once again to the fore,
Will step up and bravely declare,
We won’t, this new crisis ignore,
It won’t, long-term good times impair;

With a flourish they’ll open the vaults,
And out will gush seas of cash,
That briefly check fears of defaults,
But this help disappears in a flash;

Down deep, all now feel a great doubt,
Not simply unnerving and fretful;
Though gamesters still hope to acquire,
Their guts, too, sense a downturn most dreadful;

We’ll whine, “we’ve been grossly deceived,
“Cry out, “we must somehow be saved,”
Though we’re truly now woefully grieved,
There’s a price for faux wealth we all craved.

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