Wednesday, September 14, 2016


At the Mercantile Exchange he
threw down all his money and
then threw up all his lunch. 
Expense-account long lunches
can really get a guy drunk.
Forget all that bidding on
long legs of armament steel,
that's too boring for me.
I was supposed to be here,
to learn the ropes. Now I've
got nothing but these 
dashed hopes.

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