What does the fly know about a hedge fund?
The Catbird calls, but not to his broker.
A robin sings melodious tunes,
enchanting listening ears but not the SEC.
One can plod along a woodland trail,
and tolerate temporary drudgery
much better than one can walk a prison yard,
and just try to stay alive intact one more day.
Financial shenanigans are multitudinous,
just like needy, desperate, greedy people.
Some are luckily able to avoid all the schemes,
and count what is really meaningful in life.
Enough.
Enough to eat, enough to live and sleep and stay
indoors or outside even.
Enough, and no more.
In fact, the less the better.
Throw greed out the window,
Cast ambition to the wolves.
A simple life can be the new rule,
Let other people get trampled under hooves
of rampaging Wall Street beasts of all sizes.
I'll take the drowsy sunlit garden
with a free banquet of shapes and colors.
