At the locus of focus, the net or the tube: <br />all hocus and pocus, and the gullible rube. <br />There's seekers and speakers, cold readings askew, <br />while spruikers spit mucus in full circus view. <br /> <br />There's makers and shakers with acres to burn. <br />There's mad raucous hawkers that peddle in turn, <br />the collateral markets, the Promis and pitch. <br />Selling short options, and the lure to be rich. <br /> <br />Money makes the world revolve. <br />Upon its' axis spin. <br />Sunny breaks for all involved, <br />that guide the gear and 'gin. <br /> <br />There's takers and fakers who plan the next coup, <br />with the jokers and brokers, their bonus in lieu. <br />There's flayers and slayers of truth at a slew. <br />Players, soothsayers; a Jonas and crew. <br /> <br />Money makes the world revolve. <br />Upon its' axis spin. <br />Funny when one problem's solved, <br />another soon begins. <br /> <br />There's actors and factors and entrepreneurs; <br />the bankers that yank the tight strings of the purse. <br />There's creatures and leeches and foul witches brew, <br />and lookalike hookers that prowl in the zoo. <br /> <br />Money makes the world revolve. <br />Upon its' axis spin. <br />Spun we have become resolved, <br />to distance greed from sin. <br /> <br />At the loci of foci, both hawkeye and boob, <br />gamble in numbers, irrational and cubed. <br />The erratic mathematic at odds that accrue, <br />to impoverish the masses and favour the few. <br /> <br />There's backers and packers and hackers to woo. <br />Truth to be lacquered and varnished anew. <br />The moxy of proxy, the alchemist stew; <br />while spruikers spit mucus in full circus view.<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-company-of-shill/
