Pre-Ocupado

Behind gold bars the saints of Sacks

and Goldman reign free as they will

ever be—solitary in their precious

minds. No need to prosecute the rule

writers. What use? What wrongs us?

Regulators play later like actors with

no heart. Oh, the fungible chains of

imperial favor, the up and dash to it,

the down at the Dow; Oh, legendary

ledgers, wages and wagers, Uroborus

consumer, Slice-O-Matic appliance

financers—toast me over easy as living.