Excerpt BFP: Revenue Sharing

         A hot bloody shrill
         ran across the board
         as if it had bonded
         with a maverick bent on
         merging.
         As if the future
         had no options,
         only the liquid assets
         stashed in a vault,
         frozen.

         Held at fault
         'cause he dared bare
         her bear skin
         once tired of all the bull.

         The crash came without warning,
         and very little interest.
         The acquisition, dull;
         The takeover, bitter.
         Secrets traded yielded junk,

         for the moment had no treasure
         and the mark hit
         made no cents.

         Express American sorrow
         on the maturity of Seri's E's,
         but limit the tears
         in order to ease
         the cease of our accountability.