Like rabbits scared by hounds in open sprawl,
The stocks, they odd retreat in market's squall.
By Fed's decree, like goats, they tumble all,
While Dow and Nas restrain their rousing call.
This net, a snail's pace rules we do acquire,
The FCC, to curb the swift desire.
Like dogs on leash, the internet's new choir,
Will sing of freedom, 'neath regulations' ire.
The homes stand still, as silent as night's veil,
The sales, like autumn leaves, doth pale and fail.
In interest's snare, they flounder and they flail,
Much like the tortoise trapped, caught in the snail's trail.
