He ain't got no money
my simply decent ol' man
but when I was down and out
in Paris and London, Singapore
he borrowed shark money
to loan me that money,
pure love on borrowed times
no other interest charge.
My ever humble father
inadvertently generous
how not to love him
one-of-a-kind.
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Wall Street Poetry
PoetryOff-mainstream bancAssurance poetry on 9/11, infinite greed and fear, bear and bull markets, megalomanic bankers, bipolar day-traders, over-cautious reinsurers, diamonds are a girl's best friend, blondes & brunettes and the Nash equilibrium, volatil...
