Fraudulent deeds in the halls of FTX proclaimed,
Bankman-Fried, by justice's hammer, found to be shamed,
Long is the night, the sentence harsh and appealed,
His ship in the tempest of justice, unrevealed.
Economy's fury, in summer's high, didest wane,
Fall brings chill winds, tightening labor's gain,
Employers in October, fewer recruits they sought,
Half the past month's victory, to the fore, was brought.
In the halls of the Supreme, where law's hammer falls,
Two new gun cases echo sternly through the walls,
Preceding year’s decision, a specter in the night,
In the balance hangs, freedom's fiery might.
