Swaying from side to side,
I was on a roller coaster ride.
Heavy are my eyes, drooping closed,
I couldn't open them, even if one poked.
Bonds and securities bounce off my head,
My imagination goes, on a jaunty tread.
Oh! There is the risk of getting caught,
In spite of the sleep, with worry I'm fraught.
The prospects of an imminent break,
Look very remote and painfully bleak.
Never have I wanted one more,
All my senses are on uproar.
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