City Sonnet

      (from William Shakespeare)

Shall I compare an option to a future?
The thought of all that money is lovely.
Markets are volatile – alleluia.
Wow, the contract has a month longer
And the market’s gone loco.
Hey, it could be an opportunity (in such confusion).
As once in a while you get this kind of thing –
To go away in May and come back in September,
Overpowering us happy few with a price
Nobody can remember.
I guess we couldn’t believe it –
The vanity of the forbidden City.
For as long as someone’s able and willing,
There’s always a chance to make a killing.

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