Changeable: To Mr. Broker

You swap your bonds, stocks, wife for side-ploys' luck,
Then swap those mistresses for gavels struck.
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CHANGea-ble

A scholar is a screech-owl perched on power,
Apprehends nature; solid be his bower.
A broker, whole new beast, is rather full
With Wall Street's symbol, soul, and driver: bull.

Changeable: Your Hot-Shot Investment Partner

In this his genius lies, why he can't lose:
You seldom wish your gold another's ruse.

Changeable

Stocks and the man, I sing bore cunning schemes
in droves, whom posher suburbs housed in dreams.
Both spawned. To Madoff's ship upstarts were lured
by Velvet Ropes. As blind, Bern gave his word.
Both struck new lives, eluding old that bored them—
their feckless stations—neither could afford them.
Nature Bern sniffed for greed—nose sensitive
like hounds, pragmatic—spared no relative:
Lux feasts; whiz courted more than seen, aloof;
sung earnings; high name-dropping; pomp served proof.
His lust drove theirs against them; lust believed
dangled quick mills. no tender unreceived.
Bern's promised gifts were madness to forgo;
to not proved madness, Charter Nine, and woe.
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Changeable

I spread and handle change that I have squirreled
Away from states I lived in round the world—
The coins I pocketed each day before
When cashing, and safe-keeping was a must.
Now I recount old selves, puff away dust
From diverse currency that crowds my drawer:
Symbols of which I can't make heads or tails,
Strange faces grime has covered with a coat;
All grows obscure the more remembrance fails
Though once my daily bread, and learned by rote.
I keep, from towns I've lived in, and each stage,
This and this only, rough handfuls of change.