A giant, vampire squid
One hell of a carry to put around you,
Your ears, your face,
All flesh will soon be blessed
With Dollar Calamare/Empire Squid.
A bug bitten son of a trail commission
Hero of friendly, breaking-your-leg, persuasion
Some giant playground to return to later
Performs a ten minute trade with naked option.
When trading, just a feeling he's just visiting
His pathetic victim
Tied to wheelchair or investment prism.
The prospectus read: that's for little people.
By lowering you down to depths
Of unimaginable shrimpness
Where they borrow against you
Before you're eaten.
Stunned by some flash trade
Others deeply impressed
Can help with clarification
By easing the trading of funnies,
Pegging the currency or stress testing unfavourably
Competitor.
If not squid,
A bank that's on the move with giant tentacle.
Knowing it cannot fail/quite impossible.
The house wins like every best casino.
Monte Carlo or Dead Sea Scroll
It doesn't matter,
If you have the ace,
You have the hole.
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