a revised study toward Sonnet #16 by FisherKingKQJ
You shortsellers and daytraders who heckle,
Who cash in stocks, and bonds downward goad,
You tap the feeble rupee, bhat, shekel,
In Swiss banks silver ingots you've stowed,
But my lap dancer is one mother lode
Of all trinkets most deserving treasure-
Her grinning teeth are opals set in mode,
Her bowlips are garnets pursed for pleasure,
Her blue diamond eyes endorse no measure,
Spun copper in a sheen is her tied hair,
Driving men's brains ecstasy or seizure...
Her tourmaline cheeks to red sunset steer.
Though you might be leveraged and bankrolled:
That girlish laughter outweighs undersold.
{3D interactive chorus:}
o $1,000,000 undersold.
o $1,000,000 bargain.
o $1,000,000 cheap.