Bubble Poem by Abdul Wahab

Neither micro nor macro
Neither fundamental
Nor technical
I am run only
By rumour
And manipulation

Fear pulls down me
More down
When panic grips
People's heart and mind
Catch me
If you can
When I am below
More below
Than the book
Value intrinsic.


Greed pushes me up
More up
When they create hype
And eccentrically make you believe
As if there is no limit
People ordinary
Talk about me
Go madly
After money
If you can
Get off early
Before I
Going to
Burst
The bubble
Inside me.