The Crash Poem by Leslie Alexis

Rich men celebrities and kings
Now vagrants eating out of bins -
Wall-Street’s toads did well to spawn
From the flourishing rich, green lawn

Like weeds big markets green had grown
Thus for years they gave many loans
But riches were built of straw, not stone
And now many in sackcloth do mourn

For years they feared this major crash
For with cheaper sources they’d clash
Clashed in quality and market
Helpless at times they tried smack it

Rumors multiplied into truths
Falsified, bearing little fruits
Now we live in the land of layoff
For risks and tricks did not payoff.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis