In Ford and GM, the workers make a stand,
Their voice echoing over the bargaining land.
As a flagon emptied, progress doth lack,
O UAW, when will thee union strike back?
The S&P hath fallen, in this year the worst,
Like an alehouse empty, investors are cursed.
As Dow bemoans loss, yet Nasdaq doth gain,
Are we drunk on illusion, or sobered by pain?
Apple now face opposition in China's grand court,
For their wealth of foreign apps is under report.
Just as monks lust for wine from other realms,
Tech giant's desires, these rules overwhelm.
