Hierophany

Trading, trading.
Creative vehicles
turn air into money.
Tap, tap, tap.  Place
an order.  Tap, tap, tap.
Do you know what
you’re getting into?
Watch the news,
the news is bad.  Tap,
tap, tap.  Blasted alchemy:
pull everything out.  But wait —
the news turns good.  OK, place
another order.  Waiting,
kicking yourself.  Tap,
tap, tap.  Someone must
be on the other side, the
grass must always be greener.
You tap and you tap and you tap.
You get nothing but echoes in return.