wall street blues

[e_dog]

my uncle set me on his knee
he said, son
you can eat the day time
if you truly sink
your jaw into it

let the rot run out
like a bull chasing
the rest
likew the flow of sugar
in the tree tops
like capital

lorca's cow
is being milked
by brokers on their lunchbreak

blood from the utters drips
into the bottles
then tossed into the bay
after the banker takes a small sip
sending hormones on
to another shore's tide

[stilltrucking]

'war
famine
pestilence
good growing weather for
the house of morgan'
USA John Dos Pasos