Softly, in China’s dusk, Miss Li is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child wondering about a Gong,
The boom of the tingling vibratory molecular
And pressing small, poised feet
Vocalizing “like a virgin” who smiles Madonna like as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery
of portfolio bombastic chancery
beckons me back, till the heart of me
opens wallet strings in vibratory symmetry
with Autumn’s changing golden effervesce
Well now it is in vain for the investor to burst into clamor?
With the great black porcine appassionato.
The counsel of Wizards is upon me, my future is cast
Down in A flood of remembrance,
I, like a child, yearn for financial repast.