Green – By Anna Owens

Green is the color of new money

Hoarded by the man in the beautiful, bespoke suits

Green like his eyes that entice and entangle everyone

In his web of lies

He said Wall Street works for the wealthy,

Churning out more cash than what’s healthy

He is the operator, instigator of the financial avalanche

On the trusting, unsuspecting civilians

All for his material advance and advantage

His eyes are green-

Upon closer inspection:

Of the pondscum variety,

Not a model’s in a magazine

Eyes that don’t blink,

Don’t move from the stock ticker

He’d sooner shoot someone

Than take his eyes off that ticker

His trades are quick, not a hint of a flicker

In his eyes as blood courses thicker,

Heart beats quicker

He was the mentor,

Creator of this glass world, first to throw stones

If you have anything, it’s what he already owns,

This bearer of nothing

Though he was a class act,

He was blind to everything but green-filled dreams

They wrapped around his brain,

Suffocated him until his name became only

IPO, Nasdaq, Dow Jones

Doling out ill-advised loans, snatching back homes

Cuts more corners than a Koch brother

Does more than just coke, brother

Because God will bring deliverence

He prays to God, he is a god

Green bills, new money

Nig business is his goddess

When he chops lines, in God he trusts

“Can’t let them get ahead of us”

He’s a pink slip, a penny stock,

Not like the other kinds

His green eyes blind,

Masquerading in a sea of blue chips

Prestige just beyond his fingertips

Raising hell on the top floor,

This distant god hellish to the very core

He’s the top of the pyramid,

Amid the fiscal shift

Because he has this gift,

This love of money

This green that makes the world go round

He’s Ponzi in this game of “Trumped up tickle down”

It’s just simple economics,

Fill them with fear that periodic,

Bull or bear, he swears he’ll get more

This provoking broker in a constant

State of war