Save Now (Eight Haiku Verses, One Unfortunate Casualty).

You are the oldest Stockbroker in the city Living off rice cakes

Your dream was bottled You caught the marketplace blues She caught paperwork

The day you closed down She struggled to buy children Everything was lunch

Half a minute late Steam from her broken kettle Compels a divorce

Delegalising Unsatisfactorily Irretrievable

Striptease after work Slowly turning inside out Drive home car mishap

Hospital beauty Your chatting up failing now Embarrassing death

Back in the workplace New roles new woman for new Oldest stockbroker

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