Suppose you just joined the Army. Could you use that as an excuse to break up with a girlfriend or a boyfriend? Would you confront the beaux youre about to dump and explain your reason for leaving this way:
I could not love you dear, so much,
Less I loved honor more.
Probably not. But things were different in the old daysin the mid-17th centurywhen Richard Lovelace, in his classic poem, "To Lucasta (On going to the wars)," used these lines as his rationale for trading a lover for a lance.
Given that Americans today are far more likely to do battle in the commodity trading pits of Chicago than the fields of France, and given that they are also far more likely to fight over money than honor, it was clearly time to update Lovelaces Lucasta cop-out. The new version of this poem that appears here, "Honey, Im Off To The Futures Pits," is part of my Songs Of Wall Street collection, just published by Running Press in Philadelphia.
Honey, Im Off To
The Futures Pits
Cut me slack, Hon, dont be sharp-edged,
And say youll call it quits
Cause Ive forsaken true loved pledged
To haggle in the pits.
Sure, I live pork belly prices,
Pray juice and grains stay high;
Anguish bout each weather crisis
Too hot, too cold, too dry.
But lets be honest, lay it bare
Before you hit the door;
Though we do love each other dear,
We both love money more.