Buy a rugged lawnmower

to caress domesticated grass.

According to Ibid, I suppose;

but not before we’re runover,

stumped by a snap in our trump quiver.

OK buy the Beamer not to notice

more strung strings = $ for shamus.

You need dopamine. And as matter

of fact, I’ve got it now. 
Someone in the C-suite hides the likes

and an influencer lays a hashtag

by a creek to weep.

NAB jumps 365 points on an 11% miss,

because it beats expectations.

He’s got game. He tells all the ladies

it’s not timing the market,

it’s time in the market.

They try to find a filter that says

is he an arsehole or is this a phase? 
Don’t mind me, I’m the guy

who delays the upgrades,

hopes he’ll cope toasting the cities

that were supposed to sink but didn’t.

I’ll stick with a term deposit.  
Forget the folks who drown. It’s not your fault.

They chose to be born on sinking atolls.