Bullish Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Bullish
Who solicited with invitation,
The cursing of our values?
And when did they become worthless?
Even good dirt is used for top soil!
Without a blinking care...
Where did this sludge come from?
And who was given authority,
To put it there for the majority?
Too much concern,
Has been placed on 'bullish' markets!
And no one was prepared or equipped...
To rinse the streets many find now reek!
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