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THEY MOAN
The malicious winds
Didn’t blow upon her
She was formed of rock
Sheathed in flesh
Adorned with wild breasts
And Cupid’s lips
Ready to curl the toes
Of any man who could approach
Even the King
The majesty of strength
Wisdom of the skies
Born of love
Lost to the fates
The befall innocent creatures
Here in Hollywood
Where the saints march the boulevard
We await the fall
Of the free-market economy
Where prices rose and fell
With the idolatry of the market
Imagine a free-flowing price
Based on everything about the firm
Personality, prospects, banks
Accountants, taxes, promotion and documents
Exhumed for the exam
Dissected by actuaries
Loaned on by risk assessors
And funded on the Nasdaq
With followers on the Tweet/Facebook
With glee by the fawning typists
And worship by the owners of stock
Who loll about the pool
And moan about the loss of sensation 201023.1