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.