At A Busy Crossroads, Early One Friday Morning

The markets have opened; prices of stock

ought to soar now, before the holiday.

The gnomon's shadow moves across the clock.

Before the stragglers creep from their abodes,

we need to set up, here at the crossroads

where they will know just what we have to tell,

and that we know whom we can buy and sell.

We can recover from even this loss

of prestige, now that our sole competition

has been reduced, even cast down, I say,

to this unfortunately hard condition

beyond even the best that we can dream.

Here is the upright stance:  now bring the beam.

and nail that carpenter right to his cross.


Starward

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