"Nowadays, you can't turn on the TV without some talking head telling you about the economy. Yet, in a world overrun by 'analysts,' only one man has the guts, the brains, and, quite frankly, the poetry to put it all in perspective.That man is Michael Silverstein... Silverstein is a true intellectual." — Gersh Kuntzman, The New York Post

"Few people have found much to laugh about in the stock market this year. Michael Silverstein is the exception. The Bard of the Bourse can find humor in losing money, globalization and stock options." — USA Today

More Of What The Critics Are Saying
About Silverstein's Verse

 

Summertime, and the living is easy. Unless, of course, you’re employed on Wall Street, in which case the living these days has gotten rather queasy.

So you look forward with more than the usual longings to a few weeks in the Hamptons on Long Island, a kind of third generation Borscht Belt with French Riviera pretensions, where, if you can afford it, money doesn’t matter. The social scene here is quite active, and includes people like the chap who’s the voice in this satirical verse.

Smitten At a Hamptons Lawn Party

She’s here! my Hamptons dream, but should I speak?
My friends assure me I don’t stand a chance;
I ooze neurosis and my chin is weak;
She’ll see these defects and dispatch me with a glance.

Why dare this recklessness and all it bodes
With a lady analyst on a roll?
A wired woman who knows The Street, its codes,
How could she fall for me—a back office mole?

But oh, I want a life by scads of money fueled,
To bed someone who always makes big deals;
A woman in investment banking, schooled,
Who doesn’t snore and buys me fancy meals.
My life mate dream is a money minter:
We’d Hampton in summer, Manhattan in winter.

********

Poem of the Week

Past Satirical Verse

Books by
Michael Silverstein

Guest Poems

Wall Street Poet Blog

Financial Essays

Reviews of Silverstein's
Financial Verse

About the Poet

Contact

back to top