Of Free Fall and Free Markets

by animalworkss

Nutrients don't become me 
Neither do fine clothes 
My essence craves attention 
So I grasp and gasp, unsold 
A substance filled of fairies 
Nothing - quite composed 
Thin air and vain compulsion 
My favorite wares unfold 
Ever lasts 
Which ever asks 
In exchange -
Their repose
Just positions
Unconditioned
Rates apply, 
So it goes
Yes, agreed
A fair, signed deed
A quick swell
Quick to slow
Surprise!
Inside, a surcharge hides
Lost in fine print's leer
Aghast!  
My dear!
With such standards, here
Any fool's 
A wonder
I suppose





Copyright Keli Birchfield 2020