Vegetable soup

Figure it out
the results are the same
the stock market’s down
the winged horse has
gone lame,

find me a building to jump from
or lay me out, put my head on
a block
I am reeling with undefined sadness
and my body has gone into shock.

It was money for Monet
and art was the honey
that caught me within its
sweet trap

If I take the fall
blame
Wall street and all
the wizards
financial or not.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.