Within the market, oil doth sway,
As debt ceil'ng's stand-off doth weigh,
Awaiting news, the traders' brew,
As gain and loss in dance pursue.

Julius Baer, in numbers bogged,
Four-month display, expec'tions dogged,
Net new money, scarce and weak,
Hearken traders, analysts speak.

Metal's dance with fate doth glide,
As China's hunger ebbs and slides,
A Western woe's effect takes hold,
With metal glimmers tir'd and cold.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur