On the Anniversary of 11/9. A Pinch of Salt for Our Wounds.

First, a few words for the 9% (with my apologies to K. Reid!)

You bought the pitch
The whole nine yards
The shiny dream
The house of cards.

He filled your hands
With tinsel and glitter
It tasted sweet
But soon turned bitter
You took the bait
He reeled you in
And now the future’s
Looking grim

…and now for the salt.