Bull Market

Wall Street hummed

Marking last hours of day

And everyone returning home

 

Longing to return home

Did the Minotaur sit

On his desk, in his suit

Looking to see which dropped first

His stock or his head

 

In a maze of a building

Did the Minotaur sit

Guarding his treasure

As he had done for millenia

But not in a suit

 

Tick, tick, tick

Went the seconds

And the stock

 

A fruitless venture was business

To an immortal such as he

Rewards and pains grow the same

When all you have is time

 

The depressing monitor

And 40th story window

Did the Minotaur slam

Jumping down on the streets of New York

 

Not everyday do you see

A man within a bull 

Within a suit

Barrelling down Wall Street

 

Gives a whole new meaning

To a Bull Market

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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