In the lofty realm of high finance, where the gods may deign to move, <br />a minnow swims against the tide, and dives through hoops to prove <br />it's all a game of fickle chance. Here greed mimics love. <br />And boardrooms play at sad romance, aloof and way above <br />the redundant rooves below, where peaks become troughs. <br />Here men will trade blows, as wolves will eat doves, <br />bears will lead bulls by the hairs of their scruff, <br />and lemmings learn to jump like the spikes on a graph. <br />When dog dines on dog, and sacred cows go daft, <br />the swine stuff their snouts and the sleek jackals laugh, <br />while the shill loads the dice and calls out the bluff <br />to the sheep on the floor and the mouse in the chaff, <br />when the buck's leery dance explodes in a puff! <br />And where the eggs, that nest in baskets, seem never enough.<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shills-and-marx/
