For Treasury's stead, seeks Trump a sage,
Of Wall Street's golden lineage.
Yet truth in wine, as monks do know,
Experience proves a fickle beau.
Gold waxeth high in market's dance,
As rate-cut dreams doth markets enhance.
Like ale in barrel, froth to crest,
Such is the gold's inflated jest.
In yonder market, oil doth climb,
With news of rates cut in due time.
Yet, mindful be of this decree,
In wine, as oil, lies no guarantee.
