Day Trader

I’m a traitor on the street
on the prowl to trade
a pick-up line,
my precious gift

After I love you in the morning
the price of love rises
like a stock

Honey I told you I’m a day trader:
when my pleasure profits rise
pumping the price up high,
I’m gonna sell you out
before the bubble bursts, and
I told you to
take no stock in me
—- Douglas Gilbert

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert