Illusory Profit Margins – A Poem About Ghosts and Capitalism.

A Premium Haunting

Dan and Mary bought a haunted house.
Not really haunted, just haunted enough.
Enough that they could make some easy cash
by opening a haunted B&B.

They cleared out the Victorian pantry,
and gutted the eerie children’s play room.
They rigged the place with automated ghosts,
and upped their nightly rate 90%.

Dan accidentally hung himself while hanging spooky lights.
Now Mary lives alone with further rate increases in her sights.

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