[創作] The Option of a Stockbroker
When you jumped into the wave
The rumor had gained currency
And you were not afraid of anything anymore
No matter the inflation of corpse
Or the deflated degree of your honor
As usual, the roll of currency covered you
But you chose to be a drowned Phoenician
For all your life you were afraid of loss
Now the stock indexes ended with stiff losses
Under this homey and salty flat lake
No offence, you just felt itchy.
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