In my Democracy a diamond's the same as an agate
So long as you section it, buff it, wet it
You'll be amazed at the light that pierces through it
As long as you never actually have to view it.
Why would any one venture to pay retail
While these little gems are everywhere for sale?
Love tropes, they say, before diamonds, were garnets
Purple and costly red as wine and blood
Why should diamonds not concede to agates
Which not infrequently have spots of red
Amid the green and brown and yellow-gray?
If I can get some funding, I will say
Agates are the new diamonds-and with this market plan
I shall die a very wealthy man.
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Interesting market plan, if succeed, can live as a wealthy man. Nice to read your poem. MM.