Singapore's Underground Man (Part 2) Poem by Andrew Lee

Singapore's Underground Man (Part 2)



Once again the Underground Man decides to go underground tonight on 6 June 2018 at 11.38 pm, aspiring to clinch a Minister's pay for this month by diving into the 24-hour forex market.

Soon he begins to pull his grey hair out, squirming, cursing and gnashing his teeth, fighting with nameless forex Raiders, which means Big Fish gulping down small-time guppies. And those Big Fish use all sort of tactics to lure, tantalize, tickle and trap the small fish and then swallow them raw.

The small fish melt in the white-hot flames that burn through the computer screens which blink with Japanese candle sticks. The candle sticks are supposed to secure a golden future for forex players, only to scorch and burn them slowly, painfully, one by one... including the retired Minister of an unmentionable nation, who gulps a handful of anti-palpitation pills and sits near the high-glass windows of a skyscraper.

Did he call an incumbent Minister for anti-money-laundering advice? But the line is flat, and there's a rumour that the Minister has a satori a week ago and has applied leave and gone to the mountains for a retreat. However, while trying to let go in the monastery, the Minister is still hitched in the middle of the night to his laptop which blinks with Japanese candle sticks bearing odd-shaped tails that are supposed to secure a golden future for him, if somehow he can break the key codes used by those Big Fish that swim around a web of Fibonacci lines.

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