(Greed's Comeuppance)

The Jackpot Pumpkin


Elated with the flush
of windfall compensation,

euphoric bliss of richness' sweet kiss,

the pumpkin burns bright into the night.

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Everybody loved the party. No expense was spared.

The rewards were immeasurable. The risks were negligible.

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The culprits were inculpable. All the greedy-guts got a belly full.

The heights were unfathomable.  Bulls stampeded the market.

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The bottom was bottomless. The credit was free.

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The price went up! 

Then the morning came, and we all woke up. 

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The flippers flopped when the market dropped.

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Greed's comeuppance has come upon us.

The Jackpot Pumpkin is rotten.

(Note the slugs slurping slime; Liquidation of “past it’s prime”.)

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We've all sunk low in a sea of woe.

Someday this will all be forgotten.

(Note the slugs, sucking slime, joyful for, the rotting rind.)

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The seeds have been planted, and lie waiting for fading memory.

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Then the next season will come,

of another

Jackpot Pumpkin.

 

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