It’s maddening to hear someone
So wrong who thinks he’s right,
Who says the market’s going down,
Who gives my bullish hopes a frown,
Who paints bright day as night.
It’s true: I do not have a clue.
There might be danger there.
The herd I follow faithfully
Has got its mind made up for me.
Why fight it? I don’t care.
And when we can’t avoid the cliff
Stampeding to the fall,
I will rethink what he had said
At least before I’ve landed dead:
He’s wrong still after all.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar.
Photo: “Wings Go Up and Down” by the author.
I am hosting today and for some odd reason picked the theme of “irony”. Hopefully you will find what I wrote above understandable enough and yet ambiguous enough to be at least remotely ironical. Stop by and link up some of your own ironical poetry.