At the New New York Stock Exchange
December Nuggets, 2056
As I stood waiting to see how my stocks
Would turn out
Sipping on my lotion milkshake
Yep I felt a hat
Let's twirl like a feather in the atmosphere
Stocks stocks stocks
Corn and otherwise
Tigers got loose mauling brokers
Brokers with broken arms
I can smell the irony
Can you smell the irony
Finally the announcements were
About to be made
I hope I earned my fair share
Suddenly my worst fears
Came to life in the form of placentas
Dancing placentas fourteen of them
The afterbirth of the birth after
Pardon my clever pun
The Dow dropped fourteen placentas