To the Capitalists: To Make Much of Time

Invest in me my love and see
Returns within the fiscal year
The yield is well past five percent
My equity is clear.

Take stock, my dear, of what you have
and what you may accrue
I fell you ought to know the risk
Before you say "I do."

I've no insurance nor do I
Own cars or real estate
Which makes things that much easier
When it's time to allocate.

I may not be well certified
(or have my CFA)
But I've got a nose to smell a find
And sense enough to stay.

Within these bonds we both shall find
A stabilizing force
Which seeks to mature year by year
In the running of its course.

We shall not index, for to base
Our fare on other's fortunes would
Betray anxiety of taste
I hardly thing we should.

Our love between these margins calls
Our options are derived
To tell the truth no trader knows
No kiss is fungible.

Now actively we'll strive to beat
The market and the yesteryear
And if we hold together then
We shall survive the Bull and Bear.

O, pool our funds together and,
Though we may start out beggarly
We soon shall see the beauty of
Our love compounded quarterly.

Vatican Roulette

The Pope says there's no contraception
That doesn't flout nature's intention
And so Catholics must wait
For the infecund state
Before they enjoy copulation.

Triptych

Paramecium, dull and void
With swift flagellates on your side
Your carbon pressed and aged in stone
Helps to get me to my home.

Igneous time spilling forth:
Slow-metered increments of worth
Metamorphisize with age
In a fortnight are a wage.

Eyes expand to take in light
Contradicting evening's right
Yet cannot change their shape to stem
Their natural myopia.