Selling Souls (The Poem)

Trump cuts standards

The stock market soars.

Such a permissive parent

      to give his teens carte blanche.

401K accounts shoot through the roof

So does COVID

Has one to do with the other?

Only on a metaphysical plane.

They predict the Dow will 150,000 points!

The rich, rich, rich get richer

Salaries rise,

     and prices

So that the rich, rich, rich

Can make more, more, more

While the poor, poor, poor are priced out

    of the house and car and shoes.

The stock market, like Lucifer, 

    laughs in our faces.

We thought we were thriving

    we were dying.

Desperate Americans called up Trump

Like bored teens summon demons

    to jettison their doldrums.

There is safety in boredom

   (but fun in action). 

Sans boredom

    the ground shook beneath us

We called up Biden (lest the earth opened up)

    though he be boredom incarnate.

No worries

We only wish to catch our breath

    give ourselves time...

Death can be so exciting.