He wears vintage Ferrari fold-out sunglasses
to hide his up all night on coke eyes
and tells me that if I want to be successful
I gotta be like a shark
like a bull shark he says
undulating around like he is underwater
biting at unseen fish in the air
only cowards pull out of the market when it dips
like his wife when she filed for divorce
sure, there was a dip
a throwing things at her head dip
a not even hiding the affair dip
800,000 in the hole dip
but the market fluctuates
and it’s coming back
he’s gonna be on top again
the next woman, according to him
will be noticeably more attractive.
So many layers to the poem, dip, and to the title. Love the character, dip — I think I might know him. l ) Well done!