Sloshing your way thru

charts, graphs &

insider info

awash on the

kitchen table

you tread water, study

the ceiling

& cradle your gut


In one haywire week, you're out

the Caddie convertible

ten G’s paper profit

and a sure thing, in sequins


Midnight, you case the icebox

plunge a finger into

de Luca’s zuppa inglese

(the de luxe)

find that’s gone bad too


Stomach shaky? A dull

ringing got your ears?

Best nibble a knuckle and

tighten your belt


Be cool; all you hear

is the sound of fortune’s wheel

grinding to a halt.


Thomas Feeny