Speculation Poem by nicola burkett

You over speculate
Keep telling yourself you're fine
You speculate to accumulate
Until you crash like 1929
Spending money you don't have
For goods you do not need
Your speculation is a cleaver disguise
For your ever growing greed
Did the infamous crash in Wall Street
Tell you anything about buying market stocks
Or the black and white pictures of Hooverville
The homeless in their rickety cardboard box
Your speculation spiralling out of control
Higher purchase and credit, banks closing down
Everything now with no value
As poverty sweeps through the town
A great depression rolls on in
Like never ending rain
If you don't stop speculating
All this will happen again