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A White Tank Top Movie Poem: Gordon Gekko

Whenever Gordon Gekko went down town,
We people stoned on Wall Street looked at him:
He was a man bespoked from suit to crown,
A Master of the Universe, shark-skinned.
 
And his lapels were always high worsted,
And he was always Sun Tzu when he talked;
But still he fluttered bulls’ blood when he said,
"Greed is good," and he glittered when he walked.
 
And he was rich—yes, richer than LaBoeuf—
And morally hazardous ev’ry place:
Like Saturn eating his son in French cuffs
A London or Manhattan state of grace.
 
So on we worked, and piled bubble cash,
And extended ARM loans, and spent bad checks;
And Gordon Gekko, waiting for the crash,
Got up and wrapped spread collars ‘round his neck.

 


Review adapted from Edward Arlington Robinson’s “Richard Cory.”

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