On Riding Tigers Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

When riding a tiger in the hunt
You learn to dismount
Very carefully so that
You don't become the tiger's lunch.

Such it is with Wall Street today
As they continue on their spendthrift way,
With the housing market going flat
The investors are discovering that
Other things are also inflated
And like a tire can be deflated.

Case in point (as tho one is needed)
Is the Blackstone founder; most greedy.
He stands to harvest quite a load of nuts
Regardless of the 'if, ands or buts.'
And like van Winkle rising from his nap
Congress is curious to what is going on about.
Pass a law is their answer to everything
In the absence of thought or reasoning.

Another surprise that is in store
Is the coming pressure on investment house's lore
Till now seemed to be immune from market woes
But alas, along comes Bear Stearns, just one of those.
When there is a money crunch
Not far behind is the lawyer bunch
Who will gather up the fallen nuts from the tree
(Haps, they'll share some of the bounty with you and me?)

So while the smart investor twist and turns
One has to ask if they'll ever learn.

And the tiger grows fat and lazy.