Market Poetry

By Market Poetry

Right now you’re cool and hip
In due time you’ll take a dip

SSS will begin to slow
The Street will say you will not grow

The stock will enter a free fall
The crown removed from Queen of Mall

Then, in but a few months time
Activists see past the grime

It might be Carl, or Bill, or Dan
They’ll approach with a financial plan:
“Your troubles fixed, without sweat
Just take on a heap of debt
Buy back shares then you’ll be done
As soon as Hollister is spun”

To debt Abercrombie will say no
But Hollister will be let go

The parent co, left for dead
To private hands will be lead

But Hollister will escape the doom
Until saturation, it will bloom

And once its stores reach every mall
What happens next is an easy call

SSS will begin to slow
The Street will say it will not grow…

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By Eve W.

Woe to the Street
For tide receding
and value submerged

The voice of the songbird is
silent
For there are no trees on Wall Street

Many have come and gone
Yet none are found
On duty’s inspection

Woe to the Street
For the ear that listens
but hears not

A nod
A smile, then
A corroded and tarnished truth

The faint hiss of the sycophant
Echoes
As he slithers away

Woe to the Street
For tide receding
and value submerged

Author’s Note: Eve is a published poet and index fund investor.