Stock Exchange Market Poem by Pierre Rausch

Stock Exchange Market



Stock exchange market
Got send by single files - stock exchange -
Some threw themselves down
And the money? Inquired a woman
Twenty stocks per attic
Turned to the left and diabetic
The four cellphones
Stock exchange market -
That is the neighbor which is monarch
Twenty stocks per nugget
Without that tisserand
I heard the beating of the arteries
Twenty stocks per attic
In the stock shining, with a redish glow
Glacial spraking – he sprang across
I heard the beating of the arterie
Stock exchange market -
That is the neighbor which is monarch
Prodigious brute – what do you want
Market price – market brute

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