I don't know which is harder,
Writing poetry,
Or trying to fill my larder.
I follow the Economy,
And play the Market, carefully,
But there I have no real control,
And I may very well lose it All!
This would be a much funnier poem if it didn't have a ring of truth to it.
This is kind of a curious comparison where the poetry emerges as the clear winner with the condition that you also gain at the market. Lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The market will eat you you've not a chance better off working for tips or dance, dance, dance